"You guys have the whole club looking for you," she informs. "What did you do?" she giggles, looking between us both. I glance at Max who is looking at me with a serious face. "Anyways, I'm calling a cab home, you coming?"
"Get in, you're not calling a cab. I'll take you home," Max's voice is hard, and sexy.
"Okay," Quinn responds, no fight in her voice.
She opens the back door, and climbs in. Reluctantly I climb off his lap and over to my side of the truck, but he refuses to let go of my hand. His fingers interlocking between mine he makes it clear he's not letting go.
My palm is sweaty, my fingers aching from his large palm taking mine captive but I wouldn't let go if I had to.
We drive in silence to my place. Every now and then Max looks at me with an unreadable look. The tension
