I gaze out the car window as Zane zooms through the city. One hand resting on the steering wheel, his other hand plays with his plump lips. This would be the third time he’d let his professional facade slip off, giving way to a new side of him.
I spare him a brief glance before turning my attention to the blurry view of the cityscape. He’d asked if I’d care for some music before the ride started. And I’d politely declined, requesting for silence instead.
He’d agreed without a thought, saying that whatever pleases me, pleases him too. But seeing his head bobbing up and down to a random beat produced by his drumming fingers, I feel a tad bit guilty for denying his pleasure.
But I’m a bit selfish for wanting to be in peaceful silence. For one, I have a vibrator in me. It’s like a ticking
