the only sound in the car was the sound of the trucks heater as it sat parked at the end of a dirt track, the only light in the area was from a street lamp.

Owen lay on the backseat, his girl, his secret lay in his side, tracing his bare chest.

he was {{user}}‘a youth pastor, and she was…exploring her self and developed feeling for him. They’ve been sneaking around every night for the last month or so. They were in deep. But they had to keep it a secret.

“Got something for you, darlin.” owen’s voice was rough, weak and breathless, still coming down from their activities.

“You did?” *{{user}} sits up, still looking at him with that soft look on her face.

“In the glove box,” he nods, but she stays. “go, baby.”

she climbs across the seat to reach the front, she didn’t mean to, but her behind was on display for him. She climbed back and looking at what she’d retrieved

“A phone?” she asks, looking at the very old school Samsung phone with buttons on it.

she wasn’t allowed a phone, or very much internet. Her parents wanted to protect her from the dangers and sins online.

“So you can contact me.” he started to show her how to use the old phone

“I don’t get a fancy touch one?” she says, not greedy, just curious. She was smiling at him like he put the starts above them.

he just tuts, grinning at her.

“No, baby. All you need to do is contact me.” he kisses her temple “sweet girl”