Chapter 10

Being nervous might have become a routine in my life, especially in the past few weeks.

Right now, for instance, as I'm sitting on the passenger seat of this luxurious car driven by the man who's been stirring up things in me, I'm utterly nervous.

And not because we kissed – well, okay, I actually want to kiss him more. But it's because of the way he is, the way he seems even sexier than when I was shamefully seated on his erection, feeling like my legs might tremble at any moment, or worse, open up!

He has just one hand occupied on the steering wheel, and the free one, he decided to place it on my thigh, always leaving subtle caresses as if he wanted to remind me that he still desired me.

And I'm unable to speak, react, or even reciprocate. I'm just trying to appear as calm as possible, even though inside I want to scream in pure nervousness and more.

“Do you know Kim's?”

I hear him ask, and slowly, I turn to lo