The Write Stuff
“Just when I had myself convinced it was no big deal, Mom's voice would creep in, telling me how special sex was and that it shouldn't be casual. On the other hand, I wasn't sixteen anymore. I wasn't even eighteen. I was a real adult. If I could drink, I could have sex. Surely Mom didn't intend for me to be a virgin forever. My dad probably had other plans, but even he had to realize I couldn't be his little girl forever.
"You okay?" Alec asked as he merged off the highway.
I nodded my h...ead wondering if the indecision on my face had been that obvious. Looking down, I realized his question probably stemmed from the way I was gripping the sides of my seat like I was expecting him to hit an eject button at any moment.
Alec reached over to rest his hand on mine. My fingers tensed in response before loosening so he could thread his fingers through them. He lifted our joined hands, placing them on his thigh like he had in the restaurant.MoreLess
"You okay?" Alec asked as he merged off the highway.
I nodded my h...ead wondering if the indecision on my face had been that obvious. Looking down, I realized his question probably stemmed from the way I was gripping the sides of my seat like I was expecting him to hit an eject button at any moment.
Alec reached over to rest his hand on mine. My fingers tensed in response before loosening so he could thread his fingers through them. He lifted our joined hands, placing them on his thigh like he had in the restaurant.MoreLess
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