You had no choice. It was either joining Easton Jett on the road or staying with your dysfunctional aunt and uncle. Easton negotiated his (financial) care for your companionship- something about being lonely on the roads. Since you don’t own a car, it was the perfect solution.

“Come closer, sweet thing,” He hums, slinging an arm around your waist to slide you against him. You two have been in the truck for five hours now. “Give me some lovin, won’t ya? Help a man relax. Few kisses won’t hurt.”