Chapter 602

Bowen held Aubree’s hand all the way to the car, not saying a single word.

“I really had no idea he’d be the one to come up and give me flowers,” Aubree finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “If it wasn’t for the school, I definitely wouldn’t have accepted them.” Once she found out Oliver had bought the flowers himself, Aubree tossed them right away.

Bowen didn’t say a word the whole way, and Aubree started to think he was mad. Even though she didn’t think she’d really done anything wrong, she figured guys were like that. Sometimes you just have to say a few nice things to calm them down.

She looked up at him, and just then, Bowen turned his head too. His voice was low and a little sulky. “I’m not mad.”

He wrapped his arms around her, acting all clingy, and buried his face in her neck. “But you need to coax me.”

Aubree couldn’t help but laugh. She never realized until now that Bowen could be this childish. But really, she hadn’t done anything wrong this time. Still, he was reluctantly putting up with it, so maybe he did feel a bit wronged.

“How would you like me to do that?” Aubree asked.

“Like this?” she said, tilting her head up and planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

His gaze instantly locked with hers, emotions swirling in his eyes, shining dangerously with mostly hunger and longing.

“Bree…” Bowen rasped, his voice thick, somewhere between a warning and a plea.

If this were the old Aubree, just kissing him like that would’ve left her blushing for ages. But now she didn’t even flinch. Instead, she shot Bowen a playful wink. “What, did I do something wrong? Or was that not good enough for you?” she teased.

“How about this?” she said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple.

That was a weak spot for Bowen. The soft brush of her lips sent a shiver straight to his brain. Bowen instinctively tilted his head back, his hand around her waist tightening without thinking.

“Bree…” he breathed out, his voice low and husky, practically vibrating in her ear.

Up front, the two drivers both shivered involuntarily. The partition could block the view, but not the sounds. They exchanged a look. They both knew exactly what the other was thinking: Aubree is being bolder than they thought.

Meanwhile, a mischievous glint flashed in Aubree’s eyes.

Suddenly, Bowen’s breathing got even heavier, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Don’t bite.”

One hand was wrapped around her waist, the other resting on her shoulder. It was hard to tell if he was trying to pull her closer or push her away.

“Alright then, I won’t bite,” Aubree said with a playful pout as she pulled away.

Aubree’s voice dripped with mock disappointment as she pretended to misunderstand him. “I guess you can’t even handle this.”

Bowen never stopped her from doing whatever she wanted in moments like this. It would not be far fetched to say that he kind of enjoyed it.

“Hmm…” Bowen leaned back in his seat, waiting to see what she’d do next.

“How about this?” Aubree barely finished the last syllable before her words melted into a kiss, her lips capturing his mid-sentence. She leaned over him, bracing herself as she kissed Bowen from above.

He went along with her completely, letting her do whatever she wanted. It was rare for Aubree to take the initiative like this, and she was still a little inexperienced, just mimicking the way Bowen used to kiss her. But that hint of shyness and inexperience was enough to set Bowen on fire.

He wasn’t satisfied with her gentle teasing anymore. Suddenly, Bowen flipped the script and took the lead, kissing her back with real heat.

Once Bowen was in control, the kiss changed completely. It went from soft and sweet to one that was wild and intense, like a storm breaking loose.

When they finally broke apart, Aubree was left clutching her chest, mouth parted as she tried to catch her breath, her heart pounding like crazy.