"Where's your house located at?" I heard him asked as he turned on the engine.
He carried me from the bar up to here, on his car and on the backseat.
This was my first time riding a car of a guy. His manly scent can be smelled here inside and it's very very addicted.
Oh god. I am really drunk. My mind-set are really bad right now.
"You did tracked, stalked, traced or whatever you call that before. You already know where I am living," I answered and lie my back on the seat.
I reached for the pillow on my feet and used it as my pillow, of course.
My feet and my head are both facing the windows here on the backseat.
"You're still living there?" he asked me and he started to drove away from thr bar.
"Check it yourself," I replied and shut my eyes.
But I almost fall on the seat when I
