"So, you're telling me, while she's preparing for her exams, you are being my chauffeur and getting me food from drive throughs." I leaned my head on the headrest and turned to look at him already looking at me.

"I guess I am." I looked into his blue eyes, which held no trace of humor. Not anymore. We looked at each other for I don't know how long, forgetting the remaining food in our laps, or anything for that matter.

A traitorous thought popped in my mind then. How would it feel if I just leant forward and kissed him? How would his lips taste? Would his lips taste of...