It’s dark outside, and I didn’t want you to have to park and walk in alone, so five minutes ago I went down to wait on the bench.” A vicious yank at the zipper on his bag. “Or maybe I’m high and wasting your time. Who can tell?” He grabs his bag and walks away. Not only was he ready to work, he was being chivalrous.
I love forced proximity mixed with a dash of enemies to lovers
