He gently dropped me on the passenger seat, his hand on my forehead to protect it against bumping. I caught my face on the rear mirror, noticing how red it was. I swear it could compete with a tomato for color.
I couldn't help but think it was all Kaelith fault. If he hadn't stepped in my space and made my head so clouded with his presence, I would've been able to reason that we were in a damn elevator and there could be people at any floor, waiting for it to come down.
I glared at him as he settled in the driver's seat, not bothering with the seat belt after he had made sure I was safely strapped in mine. He didn't seem particularly fazed about what happened back there, but Instagram he seems rather amused or thrilled if I'm to say. But you can never really tell with him.
