"I'd rather we stay here," he whispered, even though I knew simply from meeting his gaze that he liked my offer. He was just waiting for a better one as he lowered his lips back to my neck, and I pushed him away again.
"Twice!" I offered, and he simply chuckled with almost cruel amusement, shaking his head to make it clear he wasn't interested—while all I could think about was the fact that we were clearly making a scene, one I would rather not be part of.
"What then?" I asked, hating that I had to, but it couldn't be worse than making out in public—something I was almost confident I didn't like, though Nico didn't seem to care.
He didn't immediately speak, which only deepened the frown on my face, until I finally heard him:
"Pick a place—car or my bedroom?"
The choice itself was baffling. Why would I ever go to his bedroom? But if the answer was so obvious, why would he feel the need to ask in the first place? I fixed my eyes on him.
