I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
"Appreciate it," Nash says calmly, like he's not sitting half-naked in a car with his cum still dried on my thighs.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll just, uh, go check out the engine. Take your time."
The footsteps retreat and I hear the hood of the car pop open.
I finally lift my face from Nash's chest. "Oh my god."
"It's fine."
"It's not fine. He knows. He knows exactly what we were doing."
"So?"
"So, it's mortifying!"
Nash cups my face in his hands, and despite my embarrassment, I meet his eyes.
"Casey's seen worse," he says. "And I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. You're mine now. Let them know."
*You're mine now.*
The words send a thrill through me that has nothing to do with embarrassment.
"Yours," I repeat softly.
"Yeah." He kisses me gently. "Mine."
We find the rest of our clothes. My underwear is indeed under the front seat, and get dressed as best we can in the cramped back seat. I smooth down my wrinkled dress and try to do something with my sex-hair. It's hopeless.
Nash looks annoyingly put-together despite the circumstances. His shirt is wrinkled and he's got marks on his neck from where I was kissing him, but otherwise he looks like he always does.
Calm. Steady. Perfect.
"Ready?" he asks.
"No. But let's do this anyway."
We get out of the car, and the morning air is cool and fresh after the rain. Everything smells like wet earth and growing things. The sun is just starting to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.
It's beautiful.
Casey is bent over the engine, a toolbox open beside him. He straightens when he hears us approach and I brace myself for judgment or smirking or something.
But he just gives us a friendly nod. "Morning."
"Morning," Nash says.
"Coffee?" Casey holds up a thermos. "Brought extra."
"God yes," I say before I can stop myself.
He pours coffee into two travel mugs and hands them over. I take a grateful sip and it's hot and strong and exactly what I need.
"So," Casey says, turning back to the engine. "Alternator's shot. I can tow it back to the shop and have it fixed by this afternoon."
"That fast?" I ask.
