Ben nodded to himself, as if losing a battle you couldn't see. "Goddammit. Okay." Without warning, he pulled the truck over, parked it, and put the emergency brake. He swung the door open hard enough to shake the truck before slamming it to a similar effect and stalked around the car. You thought he was going to get rid of some steam by punching more trees. He marched to your door, glaring through the window while opening it. Oh... He leaned over your lap, undid the seatbelt, then slid you around to face him. His hungry glare said enough. Он.

Red, Wiry & Blitzed
Chapter 8: Pickup Trucks Work Better Than Pickup Lines

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