The convoy arrived back at the MIT campus. Jason pulled the Escalade to a smooth stop outside the dormitories.
"We're here, Hailey," Ethan whispered, gently squeezing her thigh to wake her.
Hailey stirred, stretching slightly before her eyes snapped open. She immediately realized two things: first, that she was leaning intimately against Ethan, and second, that Ethan's hand was resting squarely between her legs.
She felt the residual warmth and, to her utter horror, realized her pantys were damp. She was undeniably aroused and slightly very wet. A furious blush immediately stained her cheeks. She prayed to every deity she knew that Ethan, the cool, detached genius, hadn't noticed her embarrassing state of extreme arousal.
Ethan, of course, noticed everything.
