13: Caroline.

"I still can't believe you put a tracker on my car," I mumble.

I also can't believe how much that turns me on, but I keep that to myself. I don't feel so stalkerish about always peeking out my window towards his shop to see what he was doing.

"Trust that I'm always going to know where you are. I'm going to put a tracker on your fine ass." I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I know he's not joking.

"I want one too." I lift my head to look up at him.

"Go for it. I only go to the shop and car shows. Besides, I don't think either of us will have to track the other. I've made it so you never have to be far from me."

He picks me up from off the counter and carries me back towards the bed. I wiggle against him, wondering what he's talking about, but I could also go for another round. I don't care if I'm sore.

"None of that." He drops me down onto the bed and I reach for him but he dodges me. He comes back a moment later with socks in his hand and wearing a pair of sweatpants. I sit up