Chapter 5: ...
"But I'm a gentleman. So, I'll make it a long, dirty, yet fun night."
Flustered, Fil's already red face turned beet red. She hurriedly faced the windshield, holding her breath with her lips tightly pressed together.
"Breathe," Jackson chuckled. "It's only natural to make the best out of it. After all, you're making me wait. If only we did it in the lounge, we could've finished by now. I mean, maybe halfway?"
He cocked his head back, casting her a knowing look. "But well, I'm in the mood to be magnanimous."
"Can you please make it... sound less embarrassing?" she murmured, pouting. "Goodness. You make my fingers curl."
"Right." Jackson nodded but then smirked. "Should we kiss?"
"What?!"
Fortunately, Fil was driving slowly — very slowly. Therefore, pulling over out of nowhere didn't have much impact on them or on anyone driving behind her. The cars on the wide highway were already driving past her, anyway.
"Why are you so flustered?" Jackson asked, glancing at the backseat for a moment. "You said I should make it sound less embarrassing. So, I asked if we could kiss. I'm sure you don't prefer me saying I should put my hand inside your skirt to condition you."
Her face turned red as if all her blood rose to her head. Looking at her face, Jackson grinned from ear to ear.
"Which one do you prefer?" he teased, crawling his hand on her lap. "I have an idea. I won't say things anymore, but just do it."