22|I’m A Stripper

~Klaus~

I’m used to shaving time driving wherever I go. Breaking tons of traffic regulations and disregarding speed limits.

On our way back to the penthouse, I was a dutiful driver, abiding by traffic rules. If Rylee notices that, she doesn’t comment.

Throughout the entire drive, we’ve been holding hands. She allowed me to pull her hands on my lap, leave it there while I shifted gears and held it again. There’s a comfortable air between us, a shift in our rapport since our first kiss.

The teasing and flirting were still there, but it was borderline joyful and playful.

I came to a full stop at my reserved parking spot in the basement. Usually, I’d be the first to step out and open the door for her, but both of us seemed to be waiting… wondering.

Rylee was chewing her lip, fingers clutching mine as we sat there in silence.

All my life, I’ve been so sure of what I want and how to get it. What I have with Rylee is like treading on stony, shallow waters with blindfolds on. It’s not only wh