LOVE OR RIDE | LESTAPPEN

Chapter twenty-nine - white roses

"Get dressed, here's some perfume and dry your hair." says my friend, running into the bedroom. He puts the perfume on the nightstand and runs out again.

I roll my eyes without commenting on his behavior and dress in what he has prepared for me, because I know that if I changed my clothes, he wouldn't let me out of the house. I apply perfume and style my hair, which has already had time to dry. I look at the screen of my phone, which is lying on the bed, and see a message from Max that he just wrote.

From: Max
I wait in the parking lot.

My heart beats three times faster as I read the message and with a smile on my lips I walk toward the door.

"I won't wear a jacket." I say, seeing Pierre at the door.

"I don't want you to put on a jacket. Here are your shoes." He walks over to me and hands it to me. "Just don't make babies." he says suddenly.

I stop putting on my shoes, looking silently at his face. He presses his lips into a thin line, turning his head the other way. An awkward silence continues between us.

"It was supposed to be a joke." he mumbles.

"That joke was stupid." I return from putting on my shoes.

"Good luck on your date." he says quickly and leaves the room. I nod in disbelief and also leave after a moment, watching the boy wait for the elevator and when he notices me, he starts running down the stairs. I parry with laughter as I enter the elevator he was waiting for and descend to the first floor.

I walk out to the parking lot, immediately noticing Max's car. I walk toward him with a smile. The boy leans with his back against the hood of the sports car, looking at his phone screen. He is also wearing suit pants and a shirt, but in black. And he finally listened to me, not styling his hair the way he always does. He left it in my favorite state. I bite my lip, approaching him quietly.

"Good morning, is this my handsome driver for the evening?" I ask, placing my hands on his hips. He lifts his gaze to me, turning off his phone.

"I was waiting for someone, but you are more handsome, welcome to the car." He replies seriously, to which I widen my smile.

As I step back, Max opens the passenger side door and waits for me to get in. My stomach does a flip and my heart beats harder as I step into the car, and Max closes the door and after a moment gets into the driver's seat. I see him glance in my direction, waiting for me to buckle up and only then does he start the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. He puts his hand on my thigh, looking carefully at the road.

"So where are you taking me today?" I ask, and he glances at me with a smile.

"Mystery."

I roll my eyes, looking out the window at the sights. We leave the city and drive an hour on the highway. After a while, just as I'm about to start whining that I'm bored, the boy takes a blindfold out of the glove box and hands it to me.

"Put it on." he asks, overtaking more cars. I feel like I'm at a fucking race, not a regular drive, but I trust him and know he's a good driver, so it feels safe.

I reluctantly put the blindfold on and after a while I feel the car slow down until we finally turn somewhere and after a while Max stops the car, turning off the engine. I hear him get out. He opens the door on my side and unbuckles my belt.

"Give me your hand." He says, and I extend my hand toward him. He intertwines our fingers, helping me to get out and leads me somewhere. I hate surprises, and at the same time I'm damn excited. I can't seem to calm down. From the moment I leave the hotel, I feel damn happy and thank myself that I didn't abandon him, just because of one mistake. I would be an idiot if I left such a wonderful man because of tripping over his foot once. "Be careful." He says, taking off my blindfold.