"I have more details about Kira," Shane says on the phone.
Kira is in the passenger seat, and I’m about to drive off. I peek at her and find her face has grown pale. Her hands are on her knees, and her entire person looks like she’s on the verge of bolting out of the car.
What was supposed to be Kira’s punishment for her constant taunting ended up turning into hours of incessant f*****g in my office. I’m driving her home because it’s too late to catch the bus. She could have gotten a cab, but I’m too jealous of an asshole to let Kira sit in someone else’s car while her p***y throbs from all the times I’ve been inside her.
I move my phone from my right hand to the left, keeping it farther from Kira. "I’ll see you in an hour."
As I drive off, Kira can’t hold her curiosity. "Girlfrie
