Ancient History (South Rock High, #1)

by A.J. Truman

“Incoming text message.” The monotone, vaguely feminine, Alexa-esque voice of my car’s text-to-voice system came on the speakers. “From Hutch.” My eyes darted directly out of my skull. I reached for my phone, but it was in my pocket, and I was wearing fitted pants. I wouldn’t fish it out without hitting a telephone pole. Maybe that was best. “Are you just going to hit it and quit it?” the robotic voice read out. “No morning sex?” Everett was eerily silent. I glanced over and witnessed the most slaphappy, giddy expression lighting up his face. Technology was going to ruin my life. “That’s not what you think…” I started before being overtaken by the voice again. “Incoming text message from Hutch.” I jammed my fingers at the touch screen hoping to hit something that would make her shut the fuck up. Of course we were hitting all green lights this morning so I had no chance to stop. My fingers smeared over the screen, but I only managed to turn up the volume. “I can’t stop thinking about last night,” the voice read aloud—very aloud. “I want to be inside you again. Peach emoji. Eggplant emoji.” Everett’s hands were clapped over his face, tears of joyous laughter raining down his face.

this part was laugh out loud!