I clear my throat. “Perfect.”
“And now I just…stick it back in?”
Oh Lord. He sounds innocent, but the way he bites his lip says something different. As he tries to push it back in the hole—for fuck’s sake—it gets stuck, wobbling when he tries to push harder.
“Hold on.” I take his hand to steady it. Everything seems to stop as I realize how close we are. “Turn it like this,” I whisper, rotating his grip. “Now push it in.”
“All the way in?”
Holy Jesus.
If I move an inch closer, our bodies will be touching. The sun is hot on my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the fire inside me. Together, we slide the stick in and his breath quickens.
Fuck. What am I doing? I let go of his hand and take a few steps back. His jaw is set as he pulls it out again and checks it.
“Looks good.” I give him a quick nod.
“How can you see it from way over there?”
I reluctantly step closer and check. “Looks good.”
He reinserts the dipstick, wipes his fingers, and hands me the cloth.
I release the hood, and it closes with a clunk. “Nice job, Vivian.”
“Thank you.” He dusts off his hands and gives me a side-eyed glance. “I learned something new today.”
Does he mean changing the oil or something else?
I’m not sure I want to know.
