Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
Jane's stuck on her phone as usual, and Christopher uses the opportunity to reach up and adjust the rearview mirror, tilting it so I’m right in the middle of it.
I shift in my seat, pressing my thighs together harder. My brain’s already running ahead to that beach house… stilts over the sand, big deck looking straight at the ocean, tiny bedrooms with walls you can probably hear everything through. Knowing we're probably going to have sex when we get there gives me chills and anticipation.
We finally get to our destination, pulling up right as the sun’s getting low and golden. The beach house we'll be staying in looks exactly like I pictured. Gray weathered wood, string lights already twinkli