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There was a comfortable silence in the car with soft music playing in the background but even that could not drown the voices in my head and the multitude of questions I had in my mind.
Questions I had for the same man who was driving the car before me one handed with his other hand settled on my thigh, unrelenting in its hold.
I knew no matter what I did, he would not move it and I had tried to subtly move away, to distance myself from him but his grip was firm and yet still not painful. He had passed his message across without even having to look at me.
How can I possibly think when his touch confuses the hell out of me...how can I gather my thoughts when he refuses to give me space? Could this he some sort of ploy? He is certainly capable of all manipulation.
I wasn't naive e
