Chapter 31

"Camila, stop squirming. When a girl moves around in a guy's arms like that, it's flirting. And trust me, that's playing with fire." Prescott's voice was low, a little raspy. He lounged lazily in the seat, but his long body had clearly tensed up. Camila froze. Their legs were pressed so close together, she could feel the heat radiating off him. It was weird. Way too weird. Her face turned red with frustration. Was this guy for real? Couldn't he tone it down a bit? She didn't dare move again, afraid she'd just make things worse and end up fanning the flames he already had going. "Can you not, Prescott?" Her voice was a mix of anxiety and irritation. Being this close to a guy she barely knew was way out of her comfort zone. Snuggling definitely wasn't on the table. "Not what?" he asked, lazily smirking. His dark eyes caught the dim light inside the car, flashing with a teasing glint. "We're not that close. Let go. Now," Camila snapped, clearly losing patience. His laid-back, almost cocky