Ethan’s POV
“Roll down the window,” came the gruff voice of the officer.
Jessie stiffened beneath me with her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Swearing under my breath, I pulled out with my earlier frustration now replaced with humiliation. Jessie fumbled for her jeans with her cheeks burning in shame as she yanked them up.
I hit the window button, and the glass rolled down just enough for the officer’s stern face to glare in at us. His expression was that of annoyance and disapproval, with his lips pressed into a tight line.
“License and registration,” he demanded.
Jessie scrambled to obey as she rummaged through her purse with shaky hands. I kept my head low, avoiding eye contact as she handed them over. The officer glanced at the documents, then back at
