Cari Z.

No, you don__ get to touch yourself in my car.___hy not?_ It wasn__ a whine, it wasn__. My voice was too deep to whine. It was more of a_ whoan. Or something. I couldn__ think.__hree reasons. One, I don__ want to get into an accident trying to keep my eyes on you. Two, if I got into an accident, or if we were pulled over for indecent exposure, the mood killing would be the least of our problems. Three,_ and here it was, the tone I loved, that I could barely wait for even though I knew I wasn__ going to like what he had to say, __or the rest of the night, that__ mine. Don__ touch it.