“Confident that you had read my mind, I decided to put it to the test and stood up, a copy of The Picture of Dorian Grey discreetly sheathing the tent that had popped up in my shorts, a tent you and your cursed blue eyes had produced, and moved to the back of the car. I was sick—with desire, anticipation, and hope—praying that you had truly caught the evil and naughty message I had broadcast your way. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder until I reached the door at the back of the car that would lead into the next one. Breathlessly and fully anticipating that I would look back to see your head lolled to one side as you slept and knowing I had been wrong about everything, I leaned against the door for just a moment to see if you had received my message.
“And you had stood up. You grinned at
