Chapter 66

"I got some stuff on your seat," I squeaked out while looking out the windshield. His deep chuckle bounced around the inside of his truck. "They're leather seats for a reason, Flower," he murmured with a saucy wink. The comment rubbed me the wrong way, but I tried to push it to the back of my mind. It had been a couple hours since we'd arrived at Ken's place, but I still couldn't get what he'd said out of my head. They're leather seats for a reason. What does that even mean? Was he trying to be cheeky when implying that he bought a truck with leather seats for the sole purpose of easy clean up after sex? I rubbed my forehead as a headache began to pound there from overthinking the entire situation. I'm just being crazy, it's not what you think I kept telling myself, but it didn't change the fact that it felt as if Ken was throwing all his past relationships in my face. I'd loved everything we'd done in the car, but after the comment was made I cou