He reaches to type the location into the GPS, and his toned, tan forearm comes into view. I avert my eyes, feeling my face heat. He turns the AC on high and the scent of sandalwood and citrus fills the car. A scent that wasn’t here until he was, so I know it’s him. His arm brushes mine when he sits back. My heart stutters at the sudden contact. This is going to be a long day.
