Time to Wake Up
The moment I pulled the door to the passenger seat open, he quickly snatched something up and tucked it into his pocket.
The fabric of a pair of lacy panties peeked out of his bulging pockets. I pretended I didn't see anything as I buckled my seatbelt.
A few minutes after he started driving, a unique ringtone belonging to Elise echoed in the car. He glanced at me and declined the call, but then he began typing rapidly on the screen, an indulgent smile on his face.
We drove by the hospital, but he had no plans to stop.
"Elise said that she wanted breakfast from Ron's, but she was late and didn't get to line up," he said. "We have Band-Aids at home; you can use them."