Chapter 37. Once Again a Long Night

Roxanne was woken up from her sleep as she felt a car shaking and heard a knock at the window. Heavily confused and disoriented, she rubbed her eyes and moved the curtain to find Lance grinning at her. It was then she remembered that she had allowed Lance drive her home after the whole ordeal with Christopher, Penelope and the two morons at the packing lot.

She glanced down at her shirt and realized that it had somewhat dried- what she assumed to be the work of her low chilling A.C. It wasn’t completely dry, in the sense that her bra was still peeking out, but at least it felt less sticky and wet.

And for that, she was thankful.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Lance said as Roxanne got out of the car and scanned her surrounding, extremely happy to be in front of her very own house.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Roxanne asked with a huff, trying to ignore the pumping heat inside her from just looking at Lance standing with his shirt drenched and hair scraggy.