Amidst the confusion, Maren’s hand instinctively closed over the first thing she found to stabilize herself.
"What is this?" she wondered as she squeezed her fingers again and again.
It was something massive, thick, and very hot. For a second, her clouded mind thought it was the car's gear shift, so she tried to slide her hand to the side, but for some reason, the hardness of that thing throbbed beneath her palm.
She was afraid of causing an accident, so she quickly shook her head and opened her eyes. But as soon as her vision cleared, the air escaped her lungs.
Maren’s cheeks flared a crimson red as her pupils slowly drifted toward the lower part of the car, right where Thorne had his feet on the pedals.
In that moment, the pieces came together in her head while her heart hammered at
