“Wait.” Beneath my palm, his leg his warm and firm. The heat of him instantly soaks into me. “I should drive. You’ve had more to drink than I have. Oh my God, you have to be so drunk. This is so bad. I can’t … I’m taking advantage of you in your inebriated state.” Panic heats my veins. This was such a bad idea. I’m going to kill my little sister for suggesting it. I scramble for the door handle, but he grasps my hand to halt my movements. He looks me up and down, his eyes heated. “You want to … drive my stick?” My heart stutters in my chest, and my jaw drops open in shock. And then I laugh.
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