She shakes her head, scrunching her nose. "Nope. I actually have a will to live."

"Come on, Alexandria, it'll be fun."

"No." She holds up her keys, decorated with purple charms and a Pom Pom. "We'll take my car."

That is the end of our conversation; she doesn't even let me plead my case as to the benefits of a bike. Instead, she walks away before hearing my response. I chase after her, following her to her car.

I reluctantly climb into the passenger seat and watch her start the car. As soon as she does, music blares through the speakers, vibrating the entire car frame. My eyes widen in horror. She cannot be serious. For a girl who wears earplugs to parties, this is deafening. She reverses out of her spot in one brisk motion before hitting the gas and darting out of the well lit parking lot. The turn we take is so sharp I am amazed the car does not flip with us inside. I instinctively grab onto the 'oh-shit' handle, realizing how it got its name. She zips in and out of lanes of traffic, bobbing her head to the music and singing along.

No way this is safer than my bike.

I don't have time to register the car that swings out in front of us without a turn signal, but she does. She slams on her breaks and then her horn, throwing out her arm across my chest as if to stop me from going forward. Her car stops an inch away from hitting the other and she yells out a string of profanity that is too vile for even myself to repeat and I can only watch in horror as she continues her drive, speeding around the other car and making a seven minute drive in four.

I do not know if she is the worst driver I've met, or the best. I am alive, but I am traumatized. She pulls into a parking spot as swiftly as she had left the other, perfectly in the lines.

My mouth hangs open as she looks at me expectantly. I stare at her in horror. "I am driving us back."

She pouts in response, shutting off the car. I take in my surroundings, everything too dark to identify. "Where are we?" I ask.

"No idea, dark empty parking lot."

"You want me to fuck you in a car?"

She shrugs. "I suppose. It would take too long to go back to my apartment."

" I don't know if you've noticed, darling, but I am 6'5 and your car is tiny." I can not imagine it will be a pleasurable feeling for either of us.

"If you'd prefer we could go behind a bush or a tree." She searches the area and I think she is trying to find us a tree. Her eyes light up as she spots the building behind us. "Or we can go into that aquarium. I know the door code and it doesn't have security cameras."

Her options scream jail time, but there is a part of me that is excited by it, not by the location, but by the look in her eyes as she suggest them. It is far too warm to fuck her outside. "Aquarium, it is."

She cheers as she rushes out of the car, waiting only long enough for me to get out before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the back entrance of the aquarium. She spins as she opens the door, a gleam in her eyes. "Ever had sex in an aquarium, lover boy?"

"Can't say I have, Alexandria," I rebutle in response to her newfound derogatory. Not once has she said my own name; she hadn't known it that night on the patio, instead resorting to screaming other things as she came around me. But I had a whole night and aquarium to persuade her to say it. I craved it almost as much as I craved burnt sugar and rum.

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I kiss her shoulder as we stumble through the threshold. Glass walls surround us, lit only by four dimmed lights for security. They illuminate the aquatic creatures that go about their business unbothered by the two of us. I think to ask her how she knew the code for this place, and if she is sure there are no cameras, but she begins rolling off my jacket before I get the chance and kisses the underside of my chin. Blue light reflects off the waves of the tanks and onto her face, ennuncating the green of her eyes, as we move deeper into the exhibit. My jacket is tossed the ground, along with hers. Beneath it she wears a tiny maroon top that pushes her breasts up and soon I remove that too.

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