Silent ride, just as Naomi was expecting. The tension in the back seat could be felt by the driver, too, whose head was held stiff, facing his job on the steering. She had taken her favourite spot, an inch away from the moving vehicle’s door.
Folding her hands in rebellion, staring deep through the tinted dark door window like she was counting the buttress trees that formed a canopy over the moving vehicle they were seated.
Her breath was fast-paced; she could barely get herself together with the way she was feeling. Rage was far from what she felt inside after gulping down that mud of embarrassment before Jay Cobbs.
Suddenly, her lap caught heat like something was about to crawl into her core. She knew it was about time to be scolded.
Now, she wasn't in good spirits to hold a conv
