Andrew's Point of View:
"You speak too much," She said as she slowly moved against my body. I let out a small groan and looked at her as she picked up a pace—and she smirked.
"Okay, Anastasia, get off me," I whispered before she leaned down and was about to kiss me when I turned my face and she ended up kissing my neck instead.
"Okay, enough," I said, knowing I'd lose my control if she went on any further. I grabbed both of her arms and her eyes shifted toward me. Picking her up a bit from my lap, I sat her down in the passenger seat again.
I leaned down and pulled the seatbelt down and I was 80% sure she was too drunk to unlock herself from that.
"Now just sit there till we reach home, 'lright?" I asked and sat back, driving the car at a high speed down the road. She didn't move or say a word for the rest of the ride and I finally parked the car in the driveway.
