Davis turned right on Baker Street and circled around under the expressway again. Susan let out a long, dry sigh.
“I just missed the turn. I thought the parking lot was one later. I got it this time.” He turned on International again.
“I didn’t say anything.” Susan turned and looked out her window from the passenger’s seat.
“Every road in this city is one way. It’s nuts. We have plenty of time. We’re going to be fine.”
“I didn’t say anything. I’m just as nervous as you are. Stop snapping at me.”
He fought his way back to the right lane and stopped at the red light. Davis put his hand over hers on her lap.
He felt sweat erupt above his lip under his nose. This was the closest he had come to touching her between her legs.
They had some hot make-out sessions in her dorm; never his dorm
