Chapter 9

He floored the pedal to the metal as he hit Queens. Getting closer to her apartment made him impatient, and his car liked being opened up on the straights. The thrill of a car with this much power meant it demanded a little release every so often. He loved his car almost as much as the girl he was driving toward.

Wait! What? Fuck… Did he just think that? Love?

Getting to the apartment he remembered from bringing her here a year ago, he raced up the internal stairs two at a time. His heart a little erratic still from the adrenaline of flooring his sports car and getting here in record time. Trying not to think too hard about the love thing, he pushed it back down. It was dumb and impulsive, and he hadn’t thought about that whole love thing; sure, he knew he had feelings for her, but love? He had no goddamn clue. He couldn’t love Emma, she had never asked that of him, and he had been pretty sure he was incapable of feeling that way, given the number of women who had tried