“You sure you’re alright to drive?” he said. “I told you: I can drive you home, and we can come get your car later.” “I think I’ll be fine,” I paused after my answer, just to steady my shaking legs. “You destroyed me. In the best way, of course.” He grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But don’t think I didn’t see you shaking there. You’re in no state to drive.” This time, I didn’t protest. Instead I cuddled a little closer to his side.
