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the interior was in pristine condition.

“No.”

Moving my ass further up to the very end with yet another squishy sound,

I cleared my throat. Straightening my back, I opened my mouth, but nothing

came out, not when my mind was stuck on the fact that my soaked clothes

were probably ruining the most likely expensive fabric underneath them.

This was a bad idea. I should never have climbed in his car. I should have

walked.

“Catalina,” I heard Aaron from my left side, “have you ever been inside a

moving vehicle before?”

My eyebrows wrinkled. “What? Of course. Why do you ask?” I queried

from my position at the edge of the copilot’s seat. My knees were touching

the dashboard.

He slid me a glance, his eyes assessing my stance.

Oh.

“Well, just so you know,” I added quickly, “this is how I always sit. I

love watching everything from up close.” I pretended to be engrossed by the

traffic. “I looooove rush-hour. It’s so—”

We came to a sudden halt, and my head and whole body were pushed

forward. So much that my eyes closed on instinct. I could already taste the

flavor of the PVC that covered the refined lines of the dashboard. The elegant

details in the wood too.

Although it never did. Something stopped me midway.

“Jesus,” I heard being muttered.

One eye opened, taking in the delivery truck crossed in front of us. Then,

my other eye popped open, too, and my gaze slid down, finding the

explanation as to why my face wasn’t tattooed on the polished surface of

Aaron’s dashboard.

A hand. A big one, all five fingers splayed across my collarbone and …

well, chest.

Before I could blink, I was being pushed back, an array of squeaks

accompanying the motion. Right until my whole back was flush against the

seat rest.

“Stay right there,” came the order from my left as his fingers heated my

skin across my drenched blouse. “If you are worried about the seat, it’s just

water. It will dry off.” Aaron’s words weren’t reassuring. They couldn’t be

when he sounded just as angry as a few minutes ago. If not a little more.

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