Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
You stood outside in the all too grand driveway where Mikey's bike once sat, feeling cold and annoyed as you stared at your much too bright phone screen and read his text.
'Won't be going home tonight, call Sanzu to pick you up.'
You knew you should've come to the party with your own bike, you've never known Mikey to stick to being the designated driver so why did you let him convince you to let him drive this time?
You were going to kill him for this in the morning but for now, several middle finger emojis would have to do.
You needed to find a ride. You'd walk but you were too far into the suburbs to make it home, especially in these heels. Maybe you'd call a taxi because you sure as hell weren't going to call Sanzu to pick you up at 2am. The flirt would not be able to stop himself from getting the wrong idea and honestly, you didn't think you'd stop him either.
"Mikey ditch you?"
You looked over at Shu whom you had ignored approaching you up until he spoke. You wondered why he felt the need to stand so close that your arms had to touch. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his bomber jacket and shook the box until a dart stuck out.
You watched the way his slender fingers, that had just been doing wonders for you, pull out the cigarette and place it between his plump lips.
"Yup, should've just come with my own bike," you mumbled, realizing you were staring as he searched for a lighter in his pockets. You turned your gaze to your clutch and pulled out your lighter for him, trying hard to stop yourself from admiring his large, veiny tattooed hands.
"Hmm, would've loved to see you ride in that dress," he tugged on your arm to pull you away from the drunkard that nearly tumbled into you in their attempt to get back to the party, "light it for me?"
You turned to face him before nodding and reaching up to light his smoke, using your unoccupied hand to keep the wind from blowing the flame out.
Shu was leaning forward slightly, noticing the chill bumps on your arms as you tried to light his smoke for him. Slowly, with the dart still hanging from his lips as you attempted to light it with your shitty lighter, he removed his jacket and swung it over your shoulders. If it were any other girl, he wouldn't have even thought about whether she was cold or not, let alone lend out his jacket.
For you though? Well, he thought, anything for my little minx.
You uttered a thanks and moved to put the jacket on. "About tonight, Hanma," you took the lit dart from him and placed it between your own before inhaling deeply, going the extra mile to burn the cig out as much as possible before placing it back between his lips, "not a fucking word to anyone or I'll make sure that tongue of yours can never utter another one again, okay?" You smiled innocently, reminding Hanma of the peach haired Kawata twin.
Shu just smiled back down at you adoringly, as if you hadn't just threatened to cut his tongue off, "doubt you'll stick to your words if you find out what this tongue can do, little minx" he jested.
If he was going to tease and torment you then you would make him worth your while. Meaning? he'd drive your ass home.
"Yeah?" You spun on your heels, "how about you drive me home and maybe I'll let you prove it," you smirked, looking back at him. Shu's tongue nearly rolled out his mouth and hit the pavement at your.
Lord have mercy, you were perfect.
It was going to be hard to have you be the one wrapped around his finger when he was sure if you asked him to bark like a dog right now, he would. He needed you to have less control over him but just for tonight he'd let himself indulge in your sexy bossiness and drive you home.