After another round of passion, Fil took it upon herself to clean up the place. She didn't want to raise suspicion or leave her valuables behind. After that quick chore, she and Jackson headed out of the unit to the parking space.
"What are you doing?" as soon as she got in the driver's seat of her truck, she caught Jackson still standing in front of the truck. She wound down the window, stuck her head out, and asked, "Won't you get in?"
Jackson assessed the truck briefly and then marched to the driver's seat. Without a word, he opened the door, making her jolt a little.
"I'll drive," he said, making her frown.
"It's okay. I can…" she trailed off, seeing that look on his face. "Are you afraid I'd drive just as slow as last night? Don't worry. That was because I was drunk and I'm scared I'd caused an accident."
Jackson didn't respond and simply looked at her. After a minute of being under his gaze, Fil pressed her lips and looked down.
