You're Already Soaked, Elena

Elena’s Point Of View   My breath caught, and I actually choked on my own saliva. I coughed, my hand clutching my chest, eyes wide. How could somebody say that with such a straight face? “Fuck you,” I gasped, half in disbelief, half in something else entirely. He smirked… oh, that wicked, knowing smirk, and murmured, “Language, princess.” The light ahead turned green and he eased the car forward like nothing had happened, hands steady on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. Meanwhile, my mouth was still hanging open, my mind replaying his words on a loop like some forbidden soundtrack I couldn’t turn off. He drove with that calm, effortless dominance, like he hadn’t just set my entire body on fire with a single sentence. My pulse was erratic, my palms sweaty, and yet he was… composed. Cool. Untouched. And me? I was completely undone. As he drove, the quiet returned. Only this time, it wasn’t awkward, it simmered. I shifted, my thighs brushing together. The wetness between my legs had not