JAMES
Sliding my waning member out of Grace’s mouth, I sigh. “I really need to get going,” I say, grabbing the headrest of the backseat of my car to pull myself into a sitting position. “Max is expecting me.”
Grace wipes her mouth on the back of her hand while I fasten my pants and belt.
I smile, but she doesn’t return it. “What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out to touch her arm.
She shrugs, staring down at the foot-well between the seats. “I don’t know if this is what I want.”
My breath catches in my throat and for a second it feels like my lungs are paralysed. “What do you mean?”
“What is this, James? What are we doing?”
I’m confused, and I’m sure it shows on my face. “I think they call it o******x in the back of a car.” I know that’s not the answer she’s looking for, but I just wan
