Why was I so nervous about him driving me home?
It was not like anything was going to happen. I mean, he was my teacher and only wanted to drive me home out of concern for my safety. It’s not like he had any other agenda. After all, what happened with dumb Asher must have looked quite pathetic and I must have really looked like I was in trouble for him to intervene.
I was now so sure that Jaxton didn’t see me as a woman, he saw me as a reckless teenager who was entertaining a drunk and immature guy at a party.
After that little I comfort ale moment with Connie, we made our way down the little stairs and then went to the parking garage to where his car was parked.
He appeared by my side, playing with the car keys.
“Shall we go, Miss Larissa?” He said.
He opened the door of the b
