He sat me on the edge of the trunk, over the back tire, and ripped my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. He leaned in to kiss me again. “Open your legs for me,” he breathed into my mouth. He said it so softly that I didn’t even consider not listening, but I imagined my cheeks were redder than they’d ever been in my life when he stepped back as soon as I’d done it. His eyes roamed from me, up and down the car, and landed back on me again. And I smiled when I heard him choke on nothing. He was right back in front of me a second later to kiss me again.
