She shifted in her seat to face me, and that dress slid up even higher. Fuck, please be wearing panties or I’m gonna drive off the goddamn road. “Anything else, smartass? I might not be too dusty after all.” “Yeah, your truck.” “My truck?” I scoffed. “This truck is a machine. What’s wrong with my truck?” “No bench seat.” I lifted the large center console to reveal a middle seat between us. “Try again.” Ophelia tossed her notebook onto the dash and unbuckled her seatbelt. “What are you doing?” My attention waned between her and the highway. She stretched her top half across the bench, lying on
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