RAFE:
The steering wheel felt cool under my palms, which was a contrast to the feeling in my stomach. Every time I glanced to the right, I saw the fabric of that dress shifting against her thighs. I’d bought it because it looked innocent, but on her, it just looked like an invitation I wasn’t allowed to accept.
I pushed the car harder, hoping to get to the docks before I lost all my sanity.
Beside me, Maya sat like a statue. Her fingers were laced so tightly in her lap her knuckles were turning the same shade as her dress. She was vibrating with a tension that reached across the entire vehicle. I could feel the fear that oozed out of her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, and she turned to me, flashing a fake smile.
“Yes. The speed is a little too much, but I am fine.”
I slowed a bit, focusin
