Abigail
I scrambled off Finnegan's lap so fast I nearly kissed the dashboard. My shorts and panties were still tangled around one ankle. My face burned with embarrassment as he calmly rolled down the window just enough to speak.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was completely devoid of the husky desire from moments before.
"This is a residential area," the woman said, her arms crossed. "We don't need strange cars parked in alleys; we've had enough problems."
Oh, great, she was one of the Karens in the neighborhood. Finnegan's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Noted. We were leaving."
He rolled up the window, started the engine, and pulled out without another word. The silence in the car was thick, and I fumbled with my clothes, my cheeks burning.
"Well, that was awkward," I teased, a wider smile tugging at my lips when he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. I had never seen him do that.
