Matteo had obviously been expecting me to sulk for the entire ride back to New York, so when I shifted in the passenger’s seat, proposing that we play a game, his eyes narrowed to golden slits.
“Chill, would you? No need to look at me like I just asked for your social security number. I just wanna distract myself because falling asleep in a car alone with you is not an option.” I made sure to keep my tone light, a touch exasperated.
“There’s nothing I can do while you’re sleeping that I wouldn’t be able to do while you’re awake,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes, and it wasn’t even faked. “Okay, Al Capone. Can we play?”
His lips quirked up at my nickname. “You calling me Scarface? Do I really look that bad?”
I wish.
I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud unt……
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