Cecelia’s POV
The leather seat beneath me felt like it was catching fire, and I kept shifting my weight against the heavy cushions because every single bump on the dark highway sent a sharp ache straight through my lower back, my fingers digging into the fabric of my trousers while I tried to breathe through the heat rising in my chest. Marcus kept his large arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders to steady me, but his natural body heat was only making my fever feel ten times worse, and the heavy scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the smell of gasoline was making my stomach turn over and over as the vehicle accelerated up the mountain pass.
“You are shaking so hard that the entire leather seat is vibrating, Cecelia, so tell me the truth about what is happening inside your body rig
