What the heck. We just had dinner, and he didn't send me home. Instead, he's bringing me back to his place.
That's as plain as day...
A man bringing a woman home late at night—what else could they be planning to do? It's obviously that thing.
This guy, although he's a bit of a pervert usually, he's never been so direct as to bring me home...
What's worse is that he seems too eager to wait until we're home, trying to make a move on me in the car.
He even wants me to lean over. We're almost at his place. Does he actually want to... in the car?
No way, no way, what am I thinking? Getting ahead of myself.
I should be thinking about how to turn him down, not about where to do that kind of thing... Yeah, I don't even know if he uses protection, what if... No, there I go thinking too much again.
His hand naturally rested on my shoulder, and the car wasn't slowing down.
This guy, could he be looking for that kind of thrill?
"Help me shift to neutral..."
"Huh?"
"Hurry."
