Nasha's P.O.V.
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S-sit on his lap?
I stared at Ryland with wide eyes. He has a deep smirk on his face as he pats his lap. Ryland even moved his seat all the way back to give me plenty of room. I just...
Why? Why do I have to do that? What's he going to do to me?
If I get into Ryland's lap... doesn't that mean I'll have to... straddle him? My pajama shorts are really short. They'll go up, and my butt will fall out.
"Come on," Ryland urged me, patting his lap again.
"I-I-I d-don't want to d-do that," I said.
"Then maybe I should tell your aunt that you pretend to be a mute at school," Ryland countered.
"What if someone sees us?" I asked.
"I have tinted windows, no one will see," he replied.
My bottom lip jutted out as defeat settled in my chest. Rylan
