My nerves were pitched my back was arched and I'm pretty sure she can sense how nerves I am. She pulled over a while ago and I'm pretty sure we've been here for about fifteen minutes. I didn't dare say a word or even look at her. I kept my eyes on the dirt path road we were on. Ow, and did I mention she pulled over to an area where no one goes. Amazing right?!
I don't know what she was thinking but I sure as hell could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face. At some point, I let out a kind of heavy sigh that I apparently have been holding, which I have no idea why until I felt her shift in her seat. "Look at me." She coldly demanded. I gulped. But did the sane thing and looked at her. Her eyes were a mix of lust, anger (for some god damn reason) and power. Which she always held. I
