-Jordan Parrish-
“Are we home yet?” Natalie slurred. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was gripping my thigh as I drove. Her touch was light, but the heat of it shot straight through me, making it harder to concentrate on the road.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle, huh?” I mocked her, trying to keep my tone light even as my pulse quickened. The way she was looking at me, her eyes half-lidded, was so intoxicating
She giggled, the sound soft and carefree. “I'm fine. I'm just…… a little tipsy” she said, her words a little mixed up
I tried to gently remove her hand from my thigh, but she only shifted closer, her fingers curling around mine instead. “Natalie, if you keep doing this, you’re going to make us crash.” I took a deep breath trying to stop myself from glancing at her thighs through th
