“She won’t hate you for it, I promise baby.” He pulls a hand off the wheel and lightly pats my thigh. His touch shoots electric sparks, it startling, but feels good.
“Ok.” I smile, trying to ignore what him calling me baby and his touch does to me.
“Ok.” He smiles back. “Now, let’s go see how Emmett is doing.” I nod and we spend the final two minutes of the ride with him telling me about the last time Emmett got drunk. Let’s just say it was a good thing they got to him before he played Superman off Charlie’s roof.
(Hoping to have this up by Thursday or Friday, also let me know if you like the new banner.)