Hailey's pov
I glanced over at Roy as he drove us down that quiet back road, the streetlights flickering like distant stars through the windshield. The engine hummed softly, a steady rhythm that matched the quickening beat of my heart. We'd been flirting all evening at the party, his hand brushing mine, his eyes lingering on my lips, and now, with the city lights fading behind us, the air between us crackled with unspoken tension. I shifted in the passenger seat, my thighs pressing together, already feeling that familiar warmth building low in my belly.
Roy's hand left the steering wheel and found my knee, his fingers tracing lazy circles up my thigh. "You look incredible tonight," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver straight through me. I bit my lip, watching his pro
