Anna's Pov

The way Harold jumped out of the car forced a chuckle out of my wet lips.

I still sat in his car, letting the mountain air caress and lick my fat, aching nipples through my thin blue top. I brushed the buds with my thumbs.

"Hmmmm... " I moaned softly, feeling up the stiff peaks. The buds poked out like they wanted harsh sucks.

I heard Harold slam the boot of his car close, and turned around to see him dragging my suitcase behind him.

He was also actively avoiding my stare, cheeks red. Thinking he would order me out of the car, he just stood and breathed...