Chapter 43 A Day With Him

• My arm was doing the most. My whole body moved with the car, the corner felt deep to the bone as I swung with the car. I had coerced Elio to play music and, in my head, I was in a music video. I wanted to stand on my chair and throw my arms in the air but it was a fight because I also wanted to drive.
• “Turn left.” The navigator called, me doing just that with a frown on my face because we were in a parking lot and I had to park the car.
• If me and Elio had a fight, all he would have to do is let me drive his car. I was on a hundred, not able to climb off as we stepped out of the car. There were no guards, just him and I. He moved to lace our fingers then he tucked me under his wing, our hands hanging over my shoulder.