New Year CH 8
“Loki Odinson, you sold your soul to be able to drive like that,” she said, shaking her head. “It is the only explanation.”
Killing the engine, he grinned crookedly as he unbuckled his seat belt. “Yet another reason to think I’m the villain in this story.”
He then carefully leaned over the parking brake, slid one hand up her inner thigh and the other behind her neck. Just as his lips touched hers, the cars that had been stuck behind the red light a block behind them drove by, several of which honked, then they heard several shouts and whistles.
“Look at this slick motherf-”
“He said SWERVE.”
“God. DAMN. That job was clean as HELL.”
“Boy told Vin Diesel HOLD MY BEER.”
“YOU HAVE LEVELED UP, SON.”
Other words and phrases were spoken, but he had no clue how the hell to translate what he assumed was Gen Z slang. Her shoulders started shaking, and he laughed out loud when she snorted against his mouth. The rapid fire back and forth conversation on the sidewalk outside was absolutely bonkers.