Whether I’m gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house, I
Haven’t decided yet

Jason swallowed the angry retort that came to his lips, the type that he’d been throwing at her all night. It would be easy to turn it around — to do as she’d said — shift the responsibility back to her.

She was right, of course. She’d asked him time and time again to be vulnerable, and he’d given her more questions in return.

“I didn’t confirm what Carly already knew because I thought there was a chance she’d make a scene.” Jason approached Elizabeth slowly,  reaching for the arm she had over her middle, finding her hand. “I think we’ve made everything complicated enough without adding her into it, don’t you?”

“I—” Elizabeth closed her eyes, nodded, biting down on her bottom lip, letting him draw her back into his arms, everything inside him easing. “It’s just…you’re right, I know you’re right, and it’s stupid, but it just felt like before, when you chose her, when you chose Sonny—”

“We’ve both made mistakes, haven’t we?” he asked, tucking a piece of her disheveled hair behind her ear. “We can keep going round and round, blaming each other, or we could try something new.”

But I’m gonna get you back

Elizabeth tilted her head up, warmth spreading throughout her body.  “Something new?”

“Yeah.” His mouth brushed her forehead. “We could get dressed, go out the back, and ignore everyone else. And get as far away from all of them as possible.”

“You mean we could run away from our problems?” Elizabeth arched a brow. “For how long?”

“As long as we want. For the rest of the night. For the weekend. The month. It doesn’t matter.” Jason framed her face. “But I don’t want you to go back out there to him. I’ll have to kill him.”

“And I don’t want you to go back to her. Or I’ll have to rip out every strand of blonde hair.”

He laughed lightly, kissed her briefly. “Fair enough. Let’s get out of here.”

“The sweetest words you’ve ever spoken to me.”

I, I hear the whispers in your eyes
I’ll make you wanna think twice

He found his shirt and jacket, and then nearly changed both their minds when he watched her shimmy back into her panties, sliding them over her hips before tugging her skirt back down.

But instead, he kissed the inside of her palm, opened the door, did a quick look to see if anyone was watching, then they made their escape,  Elizabeth stopping to scoop up the clutch with her studio key — no wonder Carly had known she was in there, she laughed when they reached the back parking lot. He’d brought his bike, of course, and she pulled the helmet over her tumbled curls, hiked her dress up so that she could slide on behind him, wrapping her arms around him, splaying her hands on his chest.

“Don’t forget to take the turns extra fast,” she murmured in his ear. He grinned, then switched on the ignition.

You’ll find that you were never not mine

They stopped by her studio long enough for her to change into something more suitable for the bike, though he’d be sorry to see the dress go. She exchanged her clutch for a sturdier purse with her wallet, then hopped on the bike behind him.

They hit the city limits ten minutes later, and kept driving.

And never looked back.

I’m gonna get you back