The ride had been going on for several minutes. The night wind, slipping in through the open car window, sent shivers down Suga's spine. He was only wearing a regular T-shirt, and the cold air brushing against his skin made him want to roll the window up. But the man driving had complained about the lingering alpha prime scent on him, so Suga couldn't protest.
Still— hadn't they been on the road for quite a while? Suga didn't know the roads in this country, but he had a strong hunch, one that pushed him to finally ask,
"We're going to the airport, right?"
The omega behind the wheel glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"The flight's in the morning. You'll be staying at a hotel first," he replied curtly.
"Why?"
"What can I say? Just look at the ticket, it's at seven in the morning."
As he said this, he let go of the steering wheel with one hand and tossed a bag onto the backseat without looking to see where it landed.
Suga caught it easily and unzipped it.
