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Grayson takes the backroads to get back to his house, and I'm lost almost as soon as he gets off the highway. I've lived in this town for years and I still barely know how to get around.
His hand stays on my thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. I know he's doing it on purpose, so I try not to show a reaction.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" He says randomly. My head snaps to look at him.
Uh oh.
"I do?" I ask quietly. He hums.
"Yeah"
"What do I say?" I stutter.
Have I said something bad? What if it was something dirty? This is so embarrassing.
"Nothing much," He says casually. I look at him with wide eyes.
"You can't just say nothing" I groan. He chuckles.
"Why? Got something to worry about?" He smirks. My mouth drops open as I stutter to reply.
"Uh- No, of course not," I say quickly.
"Hmm" He hums, "You dream about me?"
He glances over at me as he slowly slides his hand up my thigh.
"No" I answer, but a little too quickly for it to be the truth.
"Tell me, pretty girl, what happens in those dreams?" He continues in a low voice. I look at him, and then at his hand on my thigh.
"We eat ice cream and watch cartoons?"
"Don't think so" He chuckles. His pinky touches my heat and it makes me bite my lip to keep from gasping.
"Wanna tell me the truth?" He asks slowly. He barely moves his pinky and I feel like smacking his hand.
Wanna drive me off a cliff?
"Not really," I say honestly. He laughs and slides his hand back to just above my knee.
"Hm, okay" He hums. I stare at him with wide eyes.
He's such a fucking tease. I'm gonna kill him.
Getting an idea, I reach to pick his hand up. He looks at me with a confused expression until I intertwine our fingers. Instead of setting them in my lap, I move them to set them in his.
He gives me a suspicious look.
I slowly bring our hands up his thigh while I casually look out the window.
"Evangeline" He warns, trying to pull our hands back up. I let go of his hand, but make sure to slide it across his dick with a small amount of pressure before I drop it back in my lap. He lets out a shakey breath and shifts in his seat.
