“In the same car?”
A smile arches his lips.
“Yes. In the same car.”
“Who’s driving?”
His eyes glint with mischief.
“We’ll take turns.”
“Huh…”
I clasp my hips.
“Like in life.”
“Maybe… I’ll teach you how to drive.”
I open my mouth.
“How to drive that car…” he clarifies.
He looks at me, waiting for me to speak.
“What say you? Do you want to come with me?”
Do I want to go with him?
I flip the lid and extract a beautiful red racing jumpsuit.
“Oh, my…”
My genuine enthusiasm puts a smile on his face.
It’s a beautiful overall with a front zipper and patches, something I could wear anywhere.
“Can I put it on?”
“It’s for you. Sure.”
I pick it up and marvel at it. It will look great with my hair.
“Put it on,” he says, at the same time gripping the edge of my towel and yanking it off.
I pretend I’m not naked in front of him, and he pretends my nipples are not puckered.
I slip it on while he brushes my hair back over my shoulders and helps me with the zipper. He pulls it up to my chest.
“How do I look?”
He tilts his chin to the mirror.
“Take a look for yourself. I think it’s sexy,” he rasps.
I glance in the mirror.
He thinks?