“Aren’t you going to get out of the car?” Devan asked.
“I rather like it in here. Lovely view.” Jonty glanced through the windscreen at Devan’s parents’ house, sighed and looked the other way.
“You have to get out at some point.”
“I do?” Jonty widened his eyes. “Why?”
“I can eat in the car. I promise not to make a mess.”
“You always make a mess.”
“Well, not anymore. I’ve turned over a new leaf. Give me that last Flake and I’ll prove it to you.”
“I’m saving that for a special occasion.”
Like when your mother upsets me?
Jonty reclined the seat. “It’s so comfortable in here. I could have a little snooze.”
“What if you needed the toilet?”
“I could find a way around that. Pee out of the window or use something.” He stared pointedly at Devan’s precious travel mug.
Devan laughed. “You do realise my mother knows we’ve arrived and she’s going to wonder why we’re still sitting in the car ten minutes after we pulled up.”
“You can do all sorts of things in ten minutes. Climb over and do me. We’ll give her a show.”
“Get out, Jonty. And never, ever mention my mother in the same breath as sex again.”
“I’m building up to it. Getting out, I mean.”
“You’ll be fine. She’ll be on her best behaviour.”
Because you told her to be? “She’s going to say no to everything,” Jonty whispered.
“Then stand up for yourself and say ‘no’ back to her. They aren’t her decisions to make.”
I want you to tell her that! Though Jonty knew Devan was right. He had to stand up for himself. Jonty took a deep breath, and opened the car door. He climbed out with no small amount of difficulty, partly because he’d reclined the seat so far back. Devan had managed to retrieve their overnight bags from the boot and was tapping his foot impatiently before Jonty had even levered himself upright.
They made their way to the front door. Well, Devan did. Jonty was imagining he was a sloth and moving in slow motion. It was harder than he’d thought, though he did have the added bonus of being able to stare at Devan’s arse as Devan strode up the steps.