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Iti

I desperately squirm in his lap, needing air, needing distance. My body’s damp from the rain, my clothes clinging in all the wrong places, but somehow that doesn’t stop the fire crawling up my spine the moment his breath ghosts over the shell of my ear.

His arm slides around my waist, the pressure just enough to make me shiver as his hand grips the steering wheel with silent control.

"Where are you taking us?" I manage, though it barely escapes as more than a trembling exhale.

"Somewhere I won't be tempted to pin holes into someone for stealing you" His voice is low, rough and I swear I can feel his jaw clenching even without seeing him.