Always Remember

myself.
    And much to my easily riled annoyance, it ’s damn impossible near that arrogant hunk of muscle and sexiness.

BING

    Jen steps away. “Fine. I’ll go get my stuff.”
    “ No need,” I reply. “It’s already in the boot, and your bag is on the floor by the front seat.”
    “ Presumptuous ass,” she grumbles, walking around my car. She yanks the door open, gets in, and slams it behind her.
    “ Hey!” I get in next to her. “Piss off with the door slamming.”
    She gives me an evil look out the corner of her eye. “It’s the door or your face. Whichever one you’d prefer, Samuel. Personally, I’m down for whatever.”
    I start the engine, smirking to myself. “I wanna say face because it’s a part of me, even if it isn’t the body part I’d rather you be slamming right now.”
    I hear the snap of her teeth, and I ’ve never been gladder to be driving. As much as I love winding her up, she’s got a right hook that would knock out Ricky Hatton.
    “ You,” she grinds out. “Are the biggest goddamn asshole I’ve ever had the complete displeasure of meeting in my whole life.”
    “ Yet you still can’t stay away from me.”
    “ Believe me, if it wasn’t for the fact you’re my best friend’s brother, I’d be avoiding you as much as humanly possible.”
    “ Or would you have given into my charm by now?”
    “ What charm is that? It certainly isn’t anything endearing.”
    “ Oh, she wounds me.”
    “ The only thing I’ve ever wounded of yours is your ego.”
    “ Whenever you fancy kissing it better, you know where to find me, babe.” I wink at her.
    Jen looks at me with forced disdain. “I wouldn’t kiss it if your ego was water and I was dying of thirst.”
    “ I’ll just have to make sure that if that situation ever arises, my ego is made of vino instead of water, then.”
    “ Have you had an award for your comedic statements yet? ‘Cause, really, Samuel, I applaud your complete and utter lack of hilarity.”
    I grin. “University has made you eloquent, Jennifer, and I see Devon has made you your usual snarky, bitchy self.”
    “ I’ve always had a way with words.” She puts her feet on the dash, and I clench my jaw. “You just bring out the best in me, Sam.”
    “ Get your feet down,” I order.
    “ Oh, don’t you like it?” She turns her face to me, her eyes wide and innocent.
    “ This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my car, Jen. You know it’s my baby. She stays clean.”
    She grins widely, her sapphire blue eyes twinkling. “Then I won’t tell you about the splatter of cow shit on the back.”
    “ You’re kidding,” I deadpan.
    “ Absolutely not.” She shakes her head.
    “ Fuck sake,” I grumble, turning onto the link road.
    “ Bet my Uggs aren’t quite so evil now, huh?” she says smugly, settling down into the seat.
    “ Not really… But I hope you’re wearing a jumper over that jacket.”
    “ I haven’t. Why?”
    “ Because there’s two inches of snow in London, and when I left this morning, it was still going.” I grin.
    “ You’re kidding?”
    “ Absolutely not,” I throw her words back at her.
    “ Fuck a duck,” she curses, reaching forward to turn the heater on. “Could have told me before I got in the flippin’ car.”
    “ Where’s the fun in that?”
    She grunts, and I chuckle quietly to myself. Yeah, this journey is gonna be as fun as it will be sexually frustrating.

    ~

    I sigh and look at my phone. Dead battery. “Is your phone working?”
    She huffs like extracting her phone from her Mary Poppins size bag is such a chore, and it probably is.
    “You bringing the kitchen sink back with you? Is yours broken?” I motion towards the bag.
    “ Nope.” She rifles through it. “But there’s a high chance I’m considering keeping a blender in there for your balls.” She pulls her phone out triumphantly.
    “ Why would you put a blender in there for my balls?”
    “ Because you’re the most infuriating person on Earth. As you well know.” She holds the phone out, and I look at her. “Take it then!”
    “ Why can’t you do it?”
    Her blue eyes narrow at me. “I have no idea why you want a phone, Bing. You never told me.”
    Twat.
    I take the phone and do a quick Google search for a nearby travel lodge, B’n’B, anything that could get us apart. Five hours of being next to her in this car watching the scenery change from green to white has felt like a fucking age. I catch her crossing one of her