"Eyes on the road!" I said, pulling away from him
He snorted. "Please" was all he said before looking back to the road.
"What do you mean 'please'?!" I said angrily. I really hated this guy and how slightly turned on I was when he looked at me like that.
"I'm a werewolf. I could drive full speed with my eyes closed and still wouldn't crash," he boasted, saying it like it was so basic and normal it was taught in elementary school.
I snorted back. "There is no way." He rolled his eyes and said nothing.
It took me a while, in my defense, but I finally caved in and said, "How?"
"Hearing," he said, maintaining his serious expression. God, I hate him. Why is he like this? Is he doing this to annoy me, or does he really think that was enough information? I stared at him for long enough that he added, "I can hear everything. The sound the wheels make, the way the air surrounds us, any car in front or behind me. I can hear it all." He sounded annoyed he had to explain himself.
