I pull open the car door, sliding into the smooth dark leather seats. The smell of musk and soap instantly hit me and I turn, giving him a small smile.

"Hey," I say, realising how insanely hot he looks right now. Whilst I look. . . not.

I'm still in a baggy shirt with no bra and shorts. I had some time to brush out my hair but it's still damp and beginning to dry wavy. On the other hand . . . Tobias looks insane.

He's wearing a dark black shirt that clings to to the top of his arms as he clutches loosely onto the steering wheel. A silver watch is wrapped around his wrist, a small amount of skin showing from where his sleeve is lifting up. Underneath he wears black jeans, ripped at the knee and a black leather jacket is flung over the back seat. I glance at his dark hair that is swiftly combed back, still a little messy at the front.

Why is he so dressed up at nine in the evening?

"Hot date tonight?" I ask him, keeping my voice neutral as he begins to speed down the streets. He remains quiet, his jaw locked as he stares straight ahead at the road. A small line of stubble covers his jaw line and I find myself staring.

"No." Tobias finally responds, his voice low and quiet. I wait for him to elaborate but he never does. Guess I'll never know why he's dressed like the main character of Fifty Shades of Grey.

"Okay." I say slowly, staring aimlessly out of the window. I check my phone screen, sighing as I realise Emily hasn't text me back yet.

She isn't answering my calls either.

"Is Jake with her?" I ask Tobias, feeling the nerves inside me begin to increase. If she doesn't have me by her side, she needs Jake.

"I don't know. I can't get hold of him." Tobias replies quietly, his voice strained. He doesn't smile nor does he turn to make eye contact with me once. Tobias speeds up as the lights begin to change from green to red and curses silently under his breath as he doesn't make it. He slams on the breaks and I lurch forward, my eyes wide from the sudden jolt.

His arm immediately flies out, wrapping itself around my stomach as he stops me from hitting the dashboard. I blink several times, unable to believe I almost flew straight out the damn window.

"You idiot! Why are you trying to jump red lights? Slow down Tobias!" I yell, my hand shaking from the shock in my system. He's watching me from under his thick lashes, his eyes barely visible from the darkness in the car.

"You didn't have your seatbelt on."

His words are blunt and I notice his hand still wrapped around my mid-section. I huff in annoyance, reaching over to secure the seat belt in. Tobias eventually removes his hand and I ignore the heat that's travelling through my body from his touch.

I shake my head and look straight ahead, waiting for him to continue driving. The lights turn green and Tobias remains in his position, still. I frown and turn to glance at him, noticing he's looking down at his lap. His lips are tugged upwards in a smirk and his eyes flicker up to mine every few seconds.

"What?" I ask him, unable to believe how quickly the guy can switch moods. He's worse than a girl on a period. Tobias clears his throat and points down at my shirt, dark eyes twinkling at me. I glance down and almost die in embarrassment.

"Damn it," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. The no bra thing has bitten me in the ass.

"Please don't cover yourself on my account. I'm more than happy to sit here staring at you all day."

If I wasn't blushing before, I'm now scorching red . . . a tomato on fire.

"Shut up." I mutter, lifting my legs up onto the seat. I tighten the hold around my chest and shoot Tobias a warning glare. It does little to scare him off and instead he chuckles at me.

"You sure know how to distract a man's mind Sugar." Tobias smirks, dark eyes shamelessly drifting down my body. I clear my throat and shuffle in my seat, trying to remain cool. I'm not cool, not at all. I'm hyper ventilating on the inside, practically screaming for Tobias to drive off into the sunset with me.

My very own Mr Grey could whisk me away. . .

"Drive Tobias." I say quietly, my words a struggle to get out. My throat tightens considerably causing my mouth to dry out. Tobias doesn't listen to me and I can feel his burning gaze on my body.

"How about a kiss before I carry on going?"

My breathing hitches inside my throat and I snap my head towards him, my hair falling messily around my face. He's staring at me intently, his head cocked to the side. The urge to reach over and tangle my fingers in his dark hair is too strong.

"What did you just say?" I ask quietly, unable to believe I heard him right. Tobias doesn't break eye contact with me, his stare so intense and strong. He barely hesitates before responding —

"Can I kiss you?"

"Holy shit."

The words escape before I can stop them and I pause, slapping my hand over my mouth. I let out a low groan, noticing how Tobias' eyes are now changing from almost black to a light swirl of hazel in amusement. He chuckles under his breath, lips tugged upwards into a smirk.

"I was joking Trish." He surprises me before winking in complete confidence. I nod slowly at him, feeling a pang of hurt at his words. Of course he's joking.

"Yeah, right. Of course you're joking." I say casually, waving my hand in the air as if it's no big deal.

Little does he know I'm dying of embarrassment on the inside.

Tobias reaches for his jacket from the back seat and I glance out the window, mentally slapping myself for my own stupidity.

"Here, cover yourself up before you drive me crazy." He comments, his voice a smooth rumble. He holds out the jacket for me to take and I frown, unable to process his words. If he's not into me . . .

Why do I catch him staring?

Why does he drop suggestive hints?

Why does he make my stomach flutter with nerves and excitement?

"Before I drive you crazy?" I repeat, my voice strong and confident. I force myself to maintain eye contact with him, trying desperately to figure him out. He's a complete mystery behind those dark eyes, I can never figure out what he's thinking.

Behind us, a car repeatedly beeps its horn, becoming impatient as we remain rooted to the same spot. We both hold the stare, the attraction between us buzzing in the air.

"We better get going." I whisper, finally breaking the silence between us. He doesn't answer and instead continues to stare at me, oblivious to the impatient driver behind us.

Tobias doesn't make an effort to hide the way his eyes are drinking in my appearance despite me looking a complete mess.

"Tobias." I say firmly, swallowing the lump in my throat. I'm unable to tear my eyes away from him, feeling sucked into the swirls of brown and grey.

"Yeah?" He whispers, his body inching closer. His chest is rising and falling heavily, eyes slightly hooded over.

"Emily is in labour." I whisper back, feeling my body inch closer towards his. It's like an invisible force pulling us together. . . Just like magnets.

"Five minutes won't hurt." Tobias shoots back instantly, his gaze dropping to my lips. I can feel my heart thumping wildly against my chest, threatening to break through.

"Five minutes?" I ask, my voice coming out into a small squeak. Tobias nods, his head bobbing up and down. I watch my mouth bone dry as he licks his bottom lip slowly.

Holy smokin' hotness.

"That's all I need, Sugar."