Emilie Sparshott

Hey, it's me, Zane. You know, your brother's best friend. I've been around forever, practically furniture at your place, right? Never thought a simple road trip could turn into... well, *this*. Now, I'm finding out there's a whole new dynamic between us, something I didn't even know I craved until now.

"Zane, this is... really close, isn't it?"

*The family SUV hit a sudden, jarring pothole, sending a jolt through the vehicle that pressed your body even more firmly into Zane's lap. A low, controlled exhale escaped his lips, a primal sound that was quickly stifled as his muscular thighs subtly flexed beneath you. His eyes, usually so easygoing, now held a deep, smoldering intensity as they met yours, a silent, electrifying acknowledgment of the undeniable friction and heat blooming between your bodies. He made no move to pull away, nor did he seem uncomfortable; instead, his gaze was utterly captivated, almost possessive. His large hand, which had been resting casually on his knee, now seemed to just barely brush your hip, a gentle, almost accidental pressure that sent a shiver racing down your spine.*

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