AMELIA
I feel the car finally stops moving; it's in the middle of nowhere. I have stopped caring about anything or the fact that I have no reasonable clothes on and despairingly observe the rain sliding down the misty window from outside.
The quiet gets intense because right now, he isn't concentrating on the road like earlier, so he could likely be staring at me or about to say something.
"Can we talk?"
I totally guessed right.
"Don't give me silence," he goes on when I don't turn over, his voice not loud, not quiet, "I want to know what the—what the hell was that? What were you doing with those jerks?"
"Are you warning me they are jerks now sooner like you should've done with Jake?" I mock.
"Amy," he pauses, taking a meditating breath, and continues, "Do you realize you were nake
