“I’ve never done this before.” hal choked out, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. his marriage had fallen apart, his son hated him, and his love life was nonexistent. until you.

you wouldn’t call it love, he was sure of that. you’d call it business. him the client, you the service. but he didn’t like to see it that way. you met with him alone on the side, when he could easily just go to the club and ask for you. he knew where you worked afterall. it had all become so intimate, the late nights talking in his car about personal stuff and things you both wouldn’t dare share with anyone else.

he was nervous that all of that would stop if he made his move and told you how he felt. he didn’t want this to count as some pointless hookup that would soon be forgotten, and before you could press the button to recline his seat, he grabbed your wrist.

“wait.”