AMELIA
Just as I attempt to look into the rearview mirror, he loops his arm around my head, bringing me nearer to him. He leans in, keeping his eyes on the road but his face too close. That's scents of him that I'm getting familiar with rendered immobile.
What is he doing?
My heart picks up pace, and my eyes widen. I swear his lips are too close to mine.
Is he going to kiss me? Was I going to let him?
His tongue sweeps over the edge of my lip, taking me by surprise. I freeze, captive to so many emotions, but what I can mostly discern is the mint scent I recognize whenever he breathes on my face. His tongue continues to roll over my skin, and my brain is a top-tier witness. I can feel him in every part of me. It isn't any more decent; it's wrong. He is stimulating dampness in my panti
