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“Where do you live?” I ask, as I join the traffic and head toward the freeway

She gives me the address and I punch it in I open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t have to live in that low incohborhood She can have a whole da she wants for the rest of her life

But if I cross that line, I can’t trust anything she—

Bria Is Not Like That

Instead, I focus on the road, staring straight ahead,wheel

I watch her out ofeyes are full of light and need

“Are we going to talk about the last timeeach other?” I snarl

There – it’s out there

Even if I didn’t plan on blurting it out like that, even if there are pieces ofto shut up and just drive

If we talk about last ti crea complete control of me

She lets out a whimper

Does she knohat those little noises do to me?

She can’t, otherwise, she’d know better than to let them out of those kissable fuck-me lips so often

“I don’t know,” she whispers

I laugh gruffly, hopefully hiding how full of frustrated emotions I am “You don’t knohy you ran away like that? Is it because ere in the restrooms?”

“Well, that’s not exactly, you know, the place I want to do so like that”

“Then ere you whiirl?” I snap

She flinches at the sharpness indown her neck That blush… it’s like a track leading to the places I need to s me for more and more

“Because it felt so good,” she whispers

“Louder,” I command

She whiood, okay? But that doesn’t mean I want to have sex in the restroom when anybody could just walk in That’s not really the situation I iined…”

“Ihway

My voice is loud and I warn myself to rein myself back a little bit, to stop soup inside e, and then…