“Alright ready. I have everything for two nights ONLY. Since that’s all I will need, even though I really don’t need to at all, but you're being pushy and over the top.”
He just smirked, putting his phone in his cut pocket and picked up my bag, and grabbed my hand, dragging me out.
It was kind of nice holding his hand, I must admit. I always loved holding hands, hugging, and just touching in general... and not in a creepy way, which is what that sounded like. Didn't it?
He put my bag in the back of the truck ute thing and helped me in again. It is so damn high… and he definitely wanted to cop a feel again. Pervert… hot pervert, but pervert… even if it may have felt nice to be desired... or groped. Which ever way you want to look at it.
As we got back, I got a text from my sister sayi
