My thighs aren’t sticking like they usually do. Looking down at the seat, I’m surprised to see it’s made up of smooth black suede instead of leather. Am I going crazy, or is this different now? “Is this a new car?” I ask, looking around at the dashboard and into the back seat. I feel like I’m missing something. Callum shakes his head and glances over at me. “No, why?” “The seats are different. I thought they were leather.” My fingers run over the fabric covering the seats. It’s smooth as butter and feels expensive. “They were. I had them reupholstered.” “You did? Why?” I ask, surprised.
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