Vaughn stared at Shaina for a long moment. She was seated behind the wheel, while he was next to her, in the passenger seat. She smiled at him, feeling nervous nonetheless.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked her for the nth time.
“Sweet Mary. I am but I’m nervous! Don’t ask me again, okay?” She gripped the steering wheel tighter. Her hands were trembling a little, and they were sweaty.
Vaughn chuckled. “How can you drive like you’re hanging on a tree? Just relax, àiren. I’ve been telling you this these past fifteen minutes.” He reached for her hands, loosening her grip on the wheel, finger by finger.
Shaina swallowed, heart pumping hard.
I can do this, her self-pep talk.
Her eyes went to Vaughn when his hand touched her thigh. The warmth of it went through the fabric of her stretcha
