MISCHIEVOUS: a new adult romance
Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around.
He points to a bookshelf covered in dirty, very old looking books. “A company called Chilton makes manuals for every car there is, pretty much. Tells you how to fix everything on the car.”
I go over to the shelf and pull one off. “Seriously?” I open it up and see a page with a weird engine part on it. “Alternator,” I say out loud. Looking up at him, I see him in a new light. “You know how to fix alternators?” It sounds very impressive since I don’t even know what one is or what it does.