Chapter 12: vinyls
"Please, Mrs. Quinn," Remo uttered, holding open the car door, causing Abby’s cheeks to flush as the title registered
Climbing inside, the rich scent of leather and cologne overwhelmed her senses. Her gaze followed his movements as he circled the car’s front, donning sunglasses. A stirring sensation overcame her, prompting her to press her thighs together as she observed his figure.
The white shirt he was wearing, accentuated his strong physique, while the leather jacket exuded an air of rugged charm. Each movement he made was accentuated by the way the fabric clung and draped, igniting a sense of fascination that held her gaze fixed upon him.
She was curious about the enigma beneath.
He settled into the driver’s seat, instructing her to fasten her seatbelt before setting the car in motion. Folding her hands in her lap, she complied, her gaze drifting out of the window, obeying his command.
The car ride with Remo had remained remarkably quiet, marked only by his persistent attempts to draw conversation from Abby, a task that seemed to yield little success.
"You know, when you hang out with someone, you generally speak to each other," he pointed out, his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel in time with the radio’s melody, the traffic flowing around them
"Oh-I-I—" she stammered.
Abby’s cheeks deepened in hue as she fumbled for words, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on her lap. She stole a quick glance at Remo, his lips curled into a faint smile as he watched her struggle. His easy confidence seemed to highlight her own unease, creating a tension that hung in the air between them.
She cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts. "I’m sorry, it’s just... I’ve never been in a car like this before, with someone like you."
Remo arched an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Someone like me?"