Everything happened in slow motion. Jake’s mouth was still on my breast when Ryan’s headlights hit the car. My drunk brain finally woke up. I turned my face away fast and bent down like I was picking something from the floor mat, pulling my dress strap up at the same time. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode.
Jake sat up quickly, wiping his mouth. The car door window was slightly tinted, but Ryan was close now.
I stayed low, pretending to search for my phone or keys, anything to keep my flushed face hidden.
Ryan stopped right beside the driver’s side. He knocked on the window.
Jake rolled it down, trying to look calm. “Yes?”
“Why are you parked right in front of my house?” Ryan asked, voice sharp. “This your car?”
Jake cleared his throat. “Sorry man, I was just droppi
