When Jasper Suttons childhood friend, Kimberly Jensen, once again took the passenger seat, I didnt argue or cause a scene.
I simply turned around and opened the back dooronly to pause in surprise.
I didnt expect that Jonathan Clayton, someone as busy as he was, would join this short road trip.
After quickly regaining my composure, I nodded at him with reserved politeness.
Jonathan, wearing glasses and showing traces of fatigue on his face, lifted his eyelids to glance at me.
He gave a slight nod in return before closing his eyes again.
While fastening her seatbelt, Kimberly glanced back at me smugly, raising an eyebrow.
Kathy, I get carsick, so Im sitting in the front, okay? Kimmy gets carsick.
Be generous about it.
Dont make a fuss over something so trivial all the time.
I let out a soft laugh.
Alright.
Jasper seemed a little surprised but didnt say anything more because Kimberly had already shoved a half-eaten piece of bread into his mouth.
This tastes bad.
Help me finish it, okay, Jazzy? Without even frowning, Jasper naturally ate the rest of the bread.
Kimberly glanced at me through the rearview mirror, sticking out her tongue playfully.
I ignored her and grabbed a bottle of soda, trying to open it.
The cap was tight, and I still couldnt get it off after two attempts.
Up front, Kimberly was pouting as she handed her bottle to Jasper.
Jazzy, I really cant open it.
You know I have no strength in my hands.
Jasper just looked at her dotingly before effortlessly opening the bottle for her.
Then, the two of them took turns sipping from it without the slightest intention of avoiding intimacy.
I felt a wave of nausea.

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Just as I was about to set my bottle down, a mans hand suddenly reached over and took it from me.
Under the sleeve of a black casual suit, the cuff of a silver-gray shirt could be seen, neatly fitting around a slender wrist.
The hand was beautifullong, defined fingers with nails trimmed short and clean.
His fingers looked like polished silver in the shifting light reflecting through the car window.
While I was still stunned, Jonathan had already twisted the cap open and handed the bottle back to me.
The cars music started playing at just the right moment.
I quickly took the bottle and murmured a soft thank you.
Jonathan gave a slight nod and closed his eyes again.
He mustve just come off a night shift at the hospital.
Faint red veins were visible in his tired eyes.
I sipped the soda slowly.
The car had merged smoothly onto the main road.