His right hand settled on the gear shift, moving it into position, and his breath fell on my neck as my fists grinded the steering wheel. “You’re going to pull up onto the street, just to the left,” he explained. “When you feel all four tires on the smooth pavement, straighten out.” I swallowed, nodding again. “Not too much gas at first, okay?” All I heard was another laugh, though. Okay, so maybe I didn’t trust him.
