MichelleWe'd finished paying and were headed out the front door of the diner. I could still taste Frost, from when I'd licked him from my finger, and I was still mortified at what I'd done. I was more or less a proper woman, wasn't I?
Of course, if that had been the case, I probably wouldn't have been giving Frost a handjob beneath the diner table. I smirked to myself as he came around to unlock my door.
“What's so funny?” he asked as he opened the old Pontiac's passenger side for me.
“Us,” I said.
He barked a little shot of laughter and closed the door. He started to go around to the driver’s side, but I heard his feet shift as he stopped in the gravel of the parking lot. He stayed back there for a long moment, long enough for me to get worried.
I rolled down the window and stuck my
