Matthew rolled his eyes and nudged her hands gently away from the seat belt, adjusting it so that it remained around her stomach but tucking the part that would normally go across her front behind her back. “Just pray we don’t get pulled by the cops or I am going to have a really hard time explaining all of this.” He wondered, briefly, how his hands were so steady and his voice so calm? He didn’t exactly feel calm. He was taking a teenage student home with him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cleaned his apartment let alone the last time he had a visitor. The only person who ever called was the pizza guy. Not that he didn’t bring women home. He did but they were usually gone before morning. He guessed that was out now. As well as the pizza. Did he even have any real food at his place? His mind whirled with all these ridiculous questions as he shut the door on Abby’s side and crossed to his own. Then, there was the fact that he had just bitten him. He paused for a second, one hand hovering over the door handle, the other touching the skin on his neck where her mouth had been...albeit just for a second, but it had been there. This was going to be difficult.<br/><br/>Stifling a dozen curses he yanked the door on the driver’s side open and pulled himself in, giving her a sideways glance. “You realise no one in school can know about this?” He arched a fine eyebrow and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling decidedly awkward. “Not the kissing. Well, preferably that too. But you staying with me. We should definitely try and keep that on the down low.” He could only imagine what Principle Wood’s reaction would be. One of those pulsing veins in his forehead would probably explode.<br/><br/>Matthew cast sideways glances at Abby as he drove towards his apartment on the other side of town, the less ‘sophisticated’ part of town you could say. This was beyond surreal. Two days. It had barely been two days since she had waltzed into his life and now he had invited, no invited was the wrong word…now he was forcing her to stay with him. “Do you…” Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. “Do you need anything? I don’t think I’ve done any actually grocery shopping for months. I live on my own and my experience with teenage girls is pretty much limited to what goes on in school. Which, up until recently was pretty normal. Then there were bathrooms and janitorial closets.”