Cars are sensitive machines, so be gentle with them. Go slow. Not too much pressure—” “I want to drive the car, not go to second base with it.” He snorts, but I see a patch of red blooming on his neck. “What do you know about second base, Mouse?” “Mouse?” I shake my head. “I’m not a child anymore, Ambrose.” Piercing green eyes flicker to my face and linger there. “I know you’re not a child anymore.” His voice lowers. “Trust me.”
