“Give me the keys, Jasper. I’ll drive us.” “Not a chance,” he says as he wipes the towel over his face. “Listen, I know you don’t like when other people drive. But I promise I’ll be fine.” He shakes his head, peeking at me from over one broad shoulder. “No.” I roll my eyes and sigh dramatically while continuing to rub slow circles on his back. “Control freak.” He stiffens slightly before giving a terse nod. “Yup.” “At least you own it.”
