“Are you ready, beautiful?” August questioned as he brought his vintage Impala to the front of the campus entrance, where a hooded Luci was awaiting his arrival. Offering a kind smile, she slipped into the passenger side of the car before finding him to press his hand onto her inner thigh immediately. Although she remained apprehensive at the thought of trusting him so freely in regards to Paxton, who seemed like the safer choice for her on paper, she was intoxicated to the way the pads on his fingers perfectly contoured into her skin and the heat from his palm seemed to possess her so perfectly without making her uncomfortable. So for the entire duration of the ride, his hand remained on her thigh as she was thankful that she had actually taken Mollie’s advice and worn a skirt.
“So Timb
