153. Interrupted

Tiffany settled back into the plush leather car seat, a secret smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her cheeks still glowed with a rosy hue from her earlier conversation with Jacob, her mind consumed by thoughts of him. She couldn’t shake the image of his intense expression and the way his bare chest rose and fell as he spoke of touching himself. The memory sent shivers down her spine and made her heart race. Every detail of their conversation replayed in her mind like a vivid movie scene. Touching herself, touching him - it was all she could think about now. “How’s the boy doing?” John’s voice snapped her back into reality. “Hmm? Oh yeah, Jacob is still pretty banged up, but he seems better,” she said bitterly. “He will be okay. He is a strong kid and your father is very fond of him,” John said matter of factly. Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “Honestly. Dad needs to change the way he shows his ‘fondness’ of my boyfriend.” John chuckled darkly. “You are right about that.” “How long ha