The drive to her house was tense, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. Rachel’s mind was racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn’t believe she had given in to his demands, had allowed herself to be used like this. But the memory of her body’s response to his touch was undeniable.
As Mr. Thompson pulled up to her house, Rachel felt a sense of relief mixed with dread. She didn’t want to get out of the car, didn’t want to face the reality of what they had done. But she knew she had to. She took a deep breath and opened the door, the cool air rushing in to replace the heat of their passion.
The rain had let up, leaving only a fine mist that coated her skin as she stepped out of the car. Rachel turned to look back at Mr. Thompson, her eyes searching his
