Marissa
Justin's text buzzed on my phone. I ignored it and tried to focus on his sister, who was animatedly recounting one of her international gigs. She was engaging enough, but it didn’t stop me from feeling the weight of my phone like it was burning through my palm.
Another buzz. I glanced down.
Justin: Imagine if it were just me and you right now. No one else.
I locked the screen and forced a smile, nodding politely at Justine’s latest punchline.
Another buzz.
Justin: You’d be a lot less focused on this conversation. Imagine us in the car… doing naughty stuff. Just the way you like it.
I ignored it again, silently cursing him for teasing me like this while his sister sat three feet away.
Justin: Oh, better still—imagine me sitting beside you. My hand on your thigh…
I instincti
