"We're here," I say to Autumn as I place her on the ground. I was relieved to finally put some distance between us, even though I knew that it wouldn't be for long. We're in front of the beach house. The jeep is waiting for us; there are clean clothes and towels in the back seat, as well as two robes for both of us.
Autumn doesn't bother looking around; her eyes are still locked on me. How long has she been staring at me?
Fuck.
Why does she keep doing that? She's making it so damn hard for me to keep myself under control.
"Why are you just standing there?" My mother demands. "You're late. We must get Autumn inside the house to prepare her for tonight."
I can only hope that they don't realize how intoxicated she still was. Hopefully, they're too concerned about fixing her up for t
