Since Jacob was a little too tired to drive, or should I say, a little too distracted with his hands under my sweater, he had a driver drive the Bentley while his parents took another car. He had the privacy glass rolled up and he pulled me onto his lap. “I knew it, you just couldn’t keep it in your pants for too long.”
“Can’t blame the man, blame the girlfriend who’s constantly looking like a snack.”
Okay maybe he got that part right. My hair was high up in a neat pony tail and I was wearing a black slim flit turtle neck sweater and some white skinny jeans with black boots, needless to say, Jacob was wearing the exact same thing except that his jeans were black and his sweater was white. I smoothed a strand of his perfectly waxed, blown dry hair while he nuzzled my neck through the mate
