"I know." He looked obnoxiously pleased. "So I'm right."
I snickered. "No, you're totally wrong, and you know it." I looked back to the controls. "And besides, I'm trying to be careful."
Whether Bryce knew it or not, I wasn'tonlytalking about the excavator. There was something about him that was driving me slowly insane in the best – or possibly worst – sort of way.
But Ididtake his advice and drove just a little faster toward that godawful drive-through window. The way it looked, it must've been a late-addition to an existing structure, because it jutted out to the side, making a nice boxy target for my lingering wrath.
After positioning the excavator within swatting distance of my target, I looked to Bryce and asked, "What next?"
"If it were me," he said, "I'd probably poke some holes in the side before smashing it from the top. It makes the process go cleaner." He smiled. "Plus, you'll get some extra whacks at it."
I was grinning now. "I love the way you think." That single word –love– was lost somewhere in the middle of the sentence, but not to me.
The way I felt now was so euphoric, I might've confused the sensation with the real thing if I didn't know any better – or if I didn't fully realize that I barely knew this guy.
But Ididlike him.
A lot.
And, if I had been expecting those lustful feelings to go away once I got smashing, I would've been sorely disappointed. Under Bryce's guidance, I opened the jagged jaws of the scoop nice and wide before taking a huge bite out of the despised drive-through.
And then, I kept the jaws chomping. Surprisingly, it took only a few bites before the boxy drive-through looked like Swiss cheese.
I gave a hard swallow.It was time.
With my heart in my throat, I lifted the scoop nice and high and smashed it down onto the drive-through's roof with such force, the whole thing flattened like a pancake, and I gave a whoop of triumph.
Was I making an ass of myself?
Probably.
But at the moment, I could hardly care. I was riding high on euphoria and the triumph of having destroyed the bane of my nighttime existence.
Sure, in the back of my mind, I fully realized that a new drive-through would surely take its place, but for now, I felt like queen of the world with the king of all hotties sitting so close, I could feel the heat of his skin through the thick denim of our jeans.
My pulse was still racing when he reached over and turned off the excavator. When I turned to look, he gave me a boyish grin. "Nice job."
He looked surprisingly sincere, and my return grin felt wide enough to split my face. "It was my teacher," I said. "He was the best."
Bryce's eyes lit with interest. "Oh, yeah?"
My gaze dipped to his lips, and I gave another hard swallow. His lips looked so darn kissable, I could hardly stand it. My pulse was still racing, but not because of what I'd done to the drive-through.
It was because of what I wanted to do tohim.
I cleared my throat. "Well, anyway, um, thanks." On impulse, I threw my arms around him in what started out as a hug.
But it didn't end that way.It ended with locked lips and a whole lot of kissing. I wasn't even sure how it happened, but if Ihadto say, the primary culprit must have been me.
Soon, we were full-on making out, and I thanked my lucky stars that the rest of the building was still standing, because it was the only thing of substance blocking us from putting on one heck of a show.
But that didn't mean we were invisible. When Bryce and I finally pulled away, I heard the distinct sounds of whoops and applause, and my whole face burst into flames.Oh, God. Had I really just thrown myself at this guy?
My lips felt warm and wonderfully swollen, and my breaths were coming in short ragged bursts.Yup, I definitely had.
And now, I wanted to die of embarrassment –andto drag him to my bedroom to finish the job. So of course, I started to stammer. "Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. I mean, that was probablyreallyinappropriate, and um, gosh, well.."
But Bryce was smiling. "Sorry for what?"
