We reach the car and he slowly sets me down, watching my every move to ensure I'm not in too much pain. He opens the door for me and I ease myself down, sighing in relief as I do. Once he's in the car, he stares at me with concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" he repeats for the fortieth time tonight.
"I'm fine, Dominic. I'm just wet and sore." I rest my head against the headrest.
"I wish you meant that in a different way," he comments and my mouth drops into an 'O.' "Was that too vulgar? I usually say the second thought that comes to mind but that was too good to pass up."
"Just take me to Taco Bell," I demand as I try to think about anything other than jumping on top of him right now.
"Yes, ma'am." We head in the direction of the fast food place and I feel him glancing at me every few seco
