MICHAEL
"Ehem...Mike. You are still touching my leg."
Jacob said, but I left my hand there. I wanted to see if he would swat it away, but he hadn't done that yet.
"What's that?" I acted obliviously.
"Your hand."
"What about my hand?"
"Mike!" he scolded me in a hoarse whisper.
"It's comfortable where it is now. I'd like to keep it there," I declared.
Jacob smirked. "Are you trying to f**k with me again? What's gonna happen if Alison wakes up and sees your hand touching my thigh? How's that gonna look?"
"She won't wake up. She is a deep sleeper. She probably won't wake up unless you stop the car. I'm sure you know this already," I said.
"Oh, so you are feeling brave, huh? Why don't you make yourself useful then?" Jacob asked.
I shivered as I detected his challenging tone. "What ar
