We’re stuck in traffic. Outside the windows is the city at night—lights, thousands of cars. And inside—just me, a soft leather seat, and silence.

I adjust the hem of my dress, which has ridden up higher than it should. I feel the cool air from the AC brush against my thighs. I look out the window, but all I see is you.

I imagine you sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me. Not at the road, not at the lights—only at me. And that look makes me feel hot...

Tell me, what would you do if we were alone in a car at night? 🚘