"Y/N." He puts his left hand on the back of your headrest, eyes focused on the task at hand, body twisted as he maneuvers the car. You watch in silence, thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other to try and alleviate the arousal taking over your body. "Let's go someplace else, I don't think having this conversation in front of a club is the best. We'll talk, just not here. Okay?" You're not paying attention.All Rights Reserved