There was a little pause, almost as if Jett was processing the question before he finally answered.
"I don't hate you."
"You do." Jamie said immediately. "Your face does that thing."
"What thing?" Jett asked, face twisted in confusion.
"That thing, you always look like you wanna squeeze the life out of me."
Jett tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Jamie, I need you to stay upright and quiet for some minutes."
Jamie hummed. "Your voice is very deep, I like it." he giggled.
Jett glanced at him. "Stop that."
Jamie smiled. A slow, lazy smile that made Jett deeply uncomfortable.
"You're really bossy, are you like that in bed too?"
"Jamie."
"I feel really hot Jett." Jamie said lowly. "I think I'm horny."
Jett slammed the brakes at a stop sign.
Yeah.
That was exactly where the night had really gone off the rails.
Jamie groaned and collapsed back onto the mattress.
"I have to dig a hole and bury myself in it." he said to the empty room.
