Asher has barely even pulled out of the parking lot before I’m undoing both my seatbelt and Skyla’s, dragging her up and over to my lap. Her legs part, forced to straddle me when Asher curses. “What the fuck are you doing? Both of you buckle up, now.” “Calm down, Dad. Just having a little fun,” I smirk as Skyla giggles. “Fun? Aren’t you the one who just got cleared from the last car accident?” I wave him off. “That doesn’t count. A psycho stalker cut my brake lines. Do you have brakes?” Asher narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I nod. “Exactly. Now shut up. I’m trying to make out with
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