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wholesome looks and mirthful personality, Rod really would be a catch for some fortunate woman.
    “I don’t think it was that conspicuous,” I defend my boyfriend. “Still, he’s never acted like that before. He is always touchy-feely with me when we’re alone or just with our friends, but never to that degree in public.” Finn is normally much more reserved with me in front of people, especially Finnatics. If we’re ever out in public together at all, he’ll fleetingly hold my hand if nobody’s looking. If anyone does recognize me from having hung out with Finn at another time, they probably assume I’m his assistant or a desperate groupie. There was one time, after we first started dating, when we made out at a high school baseball game. Sitting high up on the bleachers in the corner, we both wore sunglasses and baseball caps, so he wouldn’t be easily identified. He was supposed to be watching the game and taking notes for his report, yet he couldn’t keep his lips to himself.
    I add, “Plus, he’s usually more fun-loving and friendlier around his Finnatics than he was at the race, spending as much time as he can with strangers, though not today. Today was… atypical.”
    He counters, “Well, it was pretty noticeable.” His eyes glide over my face before he looks back to the road ahead.
    I shrug my shoulders and stare out the windshield, clasping my hands together in my lap. “I think, too, it was because he was just tired and irritable. He had a long day and it’s still not over yet since he has to work later.”
    “No… I mean he had a boner the entire time he was with you. Well, maybe it was only a semi.”
    I turn my head fast enough that I may have given myself whiplash. “Why were you looking at his crotch?”
    “It was pretty out there, Hadders.”
    “I think you were looking for it.”
    He gasps. “Are you saying Wilder has a small penis? Wow.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, not that I would elaborate to him about a detail like that. “Every time you’re together, he’s all over you. So, that must mean he’s always hard. Jesus, that must hurt.”
    “Stop talking, Gregory.”
    “You might not want to call me that.” He turns his head to me and overdramatically licks his lips. “It gets me hot.”
    I punch his arm and he astonishingly checks his mirror before he swerves into the other lane on the highway. He mockingly shrieks, “Look what you made me do!” I purposefully ignore him and stare at the dashboard. He giggles and reaches over, grabbing my knee. “Oh, Hadders, I’m teasing.” He snorts. “It only hurts him if you don’t jack him off.”
    I irritably push his hand from my knee and slouch back into my seat, crossing my arms over my stomach and sighing heavily.
    “I’m kidding, well, not really.” He slaps my thigh. “Come on, lighten up, hag!”
    I remain quiet. My eyes take in the muddled landscape speeding by at an exceedingly high rate of speed, per the norm with Rod’s driving. Right now, I’m not in a playful mood as Rod usually is. I can’t stop thinking about Finn. Why was he so pissed off? He was in a good mood when I first saw him today, but then it was like a creeping darkness set in and he changed. Was he mad at me? I hope not. I miss him. When he put his arms around me, I felt the missing pieces of my heart fall back into place. I was complete. When I had to walk away from him, the pieces were once again snatched away from me. How can I even complain? It’s undeniably my fault that we don’t see each other during the week. I have no right to whine about not seeing him.
    Rod sighs. “What’s wrong?” he presses me, and from the corner of my eye, I see him gazing over at me, taking his eyes off the road again.
    I shake my head, unsure whether to answer him or not. I probably should so he’ll pay attention to the road; however, nobody, especially Rod, wants to hear me drone on about missing my boyfriend. I don’t even want to hear it.