I watched as he got into the truck in one fluid motion. I was mesmerized by this man. How could anyone look this good in real life? I realized my mind was running away from me again. So in the time it took him to climb in, settle comfortably, adjust everything to his specifications, and put on his seatbelt, I facepalmed myself and said to myself, Jammie, get your s**t together, girl. You are the one teaching this fine ass man- proper focus- teaching this man to drive. In a way, you, Jammie, are responsible for your guys' lives.
After that little- I'm not sure what you would call it- Pep talk, reminder, whatever, I set my mind to the task at hand. I turned to look at Brandon in wonderment. It had just dawned in my slow brain that this man already got in and adjusted the seat to sit him
