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Bas' POV

What have I done?  What am I doing in P'Josh's car?  Oh, please P'Gxxod, don't get mad at me.  I was not planning on this. No one was available to give me a ride home and I was waiting at the curb to flag down a taxi when P'Josh just happened to pass by and offered me a ride.  I swear I'm not going anywhere else except back home.

I kept a mental conversation with myself as P'Josh drove me in his car.  I noted that he was driving in the direction of my house so I'm sure he's not planning on doing anything sneaky.  I swear I will jump out of his car if he tries anything on me.

When he offered to treat me to lunch, I turned him down.  I just couldn't wait to get home. I felt a bit guilty that I was using P'Josh as a transportation provider and nothing else but I knew that I would feel even more guilty if I agreed to have lunch with him.

I was actually on pins and needles until we reached my house. I shouldn't have felt nervous or guilty but because my mind was in some kind of turmoil I was experiencing some difficulty removing my seat belt.

Josh's POV

I drove slowly in the direction of Bas' house.  I told myself that if I tried anything crazy he would never trust me again.

"So no one was available among the guys to give you a ride?"  I asked to make a conversation.

"No," he said.

"How about your mom?"

"She had to bring my little sister to her pediatrician because she has an ear infection and they're still at the clinic right now."

With fingers crossed I asked him if he wanted to stop for some lunch with me.

It took him a while to answer, then he declined.  He said that he was sure that there was lunch waiting for him at home but thanked me for my offer.

I did not insist and continued to drive towards his house.

When we got to his gate, for some reason he was fumbling with the car seat.  I leaned towards him to help him out but he had managed to unbuckle himself and when he went back to his original position, I was not quick enough to draw myself away and we ended up accidentally kissing.  I swear to all that's holy that I did not mean for it to happen.

"Shit!"  It was actually me who said that word.  How am I going to make him believe that it was truly an accident.

I saw him put his hand to his mouth, his eyes widening.

"Bas, I swear I didn't mean for it to happen!"  I said with both hands up in the air, moving as far away from him as the space in my car would allow me, my back pressing hard against my window.

"Did you just say 'shit' after you kissed me?" he asked.

"I swear to god, Bas, I did not kiss you!  What can I say or do to make you believe me???"

"Did you say 'shit' after you accidentally kissed me?" he asked again.

"Yes, it was an accident!  I swear, Bas, it was an accident!"