I slouch back in the seat, staring at the road ahead. Part of me is frozen because he just casually talked about spending the rest of his life with me, and another part is because he has this uncanny way of pissing me off with how… mature he is. I can’t tell which is worse.
“Are you sulking?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Because technically, I’m supposed to be mad at you. And I am.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Where are you taking me? I didn’t even bring my phone.”
“Deal with it,” he says, swerving sharply into the street leading up to his apartment.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I snap, clutching the edge of my seat.
“Maybe you should remember to wear a seatbelt,” he fires back without missing a beat.
I scoff. “I swear, you’re impossible and annoying sometimes.”
“You’re alwa
