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7

TREVOR

A week later I'm waiting in my car for Summer, she said she was on her way down but that was ten minutes ago. If we're late my parents gonna be pissed.

My parents are the most supportive, and caring people ever but they're schedule people. They wouldn't be who they are if they weren't. Dad's a lawyer for a ton of big businesses back in New York and Mom's an accountant for multiple magazine companies.

Finally I see a blur of red hair emerge from the door way. She's wearing a white turtle neck that peaks through the neck of a black sweater dress, black tights cover her long legs.

"Hi, sorry," she sounds frazzled as she slides into the car with her purse and another small bag on her lap, "I couldn't find my keys."

"All good," I smile at her as I pull away.

Once we're cruising on the highway. I watch Summer out of the corner of my eye as she leans towards the tiny mirror in the sunshade, finishing up her makeup.

I hadn't even noticed she wasn't wearing any before but now with her long eye lashes painted black they frame her hazel eyes like little moon pools.

"You're staring," she hums, twisting shut whatever she was just using.

"Sorry," I look back at the empty road in front of us. The sun is just starting to rise.

"What?" she turns to look at me with a smile that makes me wanna just grab her and kiss her. There's this twinkle in her eyes that makes my heart beat faster.

"You looked like you wanted to say something."

It's six am and you're already making me hard.

"I've got nothin," I lie, lifting my shoulders to my ears.

"Oh come on, Trev! Tell me," she leans over, resting her elbow on the center council. Also how is she so awake right now?

"I'm your girlfriend for the day so you can confide in me," she puts her hand on my shoulder, her finger tips tracing the line of my collared polo shirt. Making my body tense up and my dick twitch.

Damn this girl.

I try to choke down my thoughts, but fail, "You're making me hard."

Now she freezes. I glance over at her, she looks like she's thinking.

"Well," she hums, her tone is soft and sweet, unlike her usual sarcastic tone.

"A girlfriend would help you out with that," she leans closer, her lips grazing the shell of my ear as she speaks, "Do you want some help?" She kisses my skin right where my jaw meets the base of my ear, not helping the situation in my pants. 

I'm gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are turning white. No matter how badly I want this, this isn't how this should happen. Especially when we're about to meet up with my family and I don't have an extra change of pants.

"Summer," I warn, "Not while I'm driving."

"You sure?" she slowly sits back in her seat, but her hand is still on the back of my head, her fingers pulling lightly at my hair, her nails tickling my scalp every once in a while.

SUMMER

You need to relax. Ellie's words keep ringing through my head. And she was right, I do need to just get fucked. I can't remember the last time a guy touched me without saying excuse me and moving me out of the way.

So this is me playing into the whole girlfriend act and trying to get my way. Because I'm not blind, Trevor's fucking hot, but he's also becoming somewhat of a friend?