Darren's POV
We drove to the airport slowly, not in a rush to beat traffic. I sat at the back, Janet and Adriana on my left and right, respectively. Adriana was her usual self, trying to steal kisses and touches even with others around. She had missed me for days, and she was going to make sure I knew.
I held her close, making her giggle in glee as she folded into my lap. Her black suit hugged her body, the pants making sure that her curves weren't hidden even under thick fabric. Her fingers snaked into my shirt, appreciating the twitch of my muscles at her touch. She coated my chest with her red lipstick, wiping it off with her tongue the next instant.
I didn't mind, running my fingers through her hair for the whole ride.
Janet, on the other hand, kept to herself. She glanced at us a few times, but her eyes didn't linger long enough. I knew she wasn't the shy type, but the experiences from the past days made her feel uneasy.
