Chapter 41

“I’m glad our bus broke down in Texas a week ago. I’m glad you were having pancakes when it did, and I’m glad our bus broke down. I want to fuck you,” Rohan had boldly and loudly announced.

“Shh.” Atticus smiled when a couple arm in arm glanced their way. “I’m g-g-glad your bus broke down, too,” he’d whispered, the exact opposite of Rohan’s near shouting. “And I’m g-glad you want to fuck me.”

“Can I fuck you now?”

“Can we u-use our indoor voice?”

“We’re outside.”

Atticus was unable to hold back a chuckle. “There’s n-no arguing with th-that logic. We’re w-w-waiting for a cab, though.”

“I’ll fuck you in the cab.” The expression on Rohan’s face indicated he thought that was the best idea ever. Unfortunately, once in that cab, and for the rest of that afternoon and night, he had never been awake enough to make good on it.