The road had smoothed out... Garrison Avenue finally giving way to something that didn't feel like driving across a washboard... but the relief barely registered.
Heena's body was a traitor.
The dampness between her thighs had gone past uncomfortable into something maddening.
A slick, constant reminder with every shift of her weight, every slight vibration of the engine through the seat, that her body had made a decision her mind was still desperately trying to overrule.
She gripped the wheel. Stared at the road. Counted streetlights. Tried to think about curriculum reviews and exam schedules... anything that would stop those forbidden thoughts.
None of it worked.
The heat sat low in her belly like a coal that refused to go out, pulsing with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the engine and everything to do with what she'd spent the last thirty minutes watching.
'I should never have gotten in this car.'
