We were supposed to be going to the store.

Just a quick run for groceries. Milk, eggs, maybe something for dinner. Theo was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like it belonged there. His fingers kept tracing slow circles higher and higher under the hem of my dress. Every few seconds they brushed the edge of my panties and my whole body tensed.

I was already wet. Had been since we left the apartment. Sitting next to him in the passenger seat, smelling his cologne mixed with the faint scent of us from earlier, listening to that deep voice talk about nothing important—it was...