Damien sets Eshe in the car and leans over to buckle her seatbelt, his side brushing past her chest as she presses back into the seat while gripping her pants. His voice breaks silence, hitching the breath in her throat while staring at his full lips.
“Drive carefully, you're carrying precious cargo." He speaks to the driver's back after hearing the click, Eshe's expression screaming, “you're full of shit." He grins, cups her chin, closes the door, then knocks on the roof. The driver pulls from the curb at his signal until their gaze with one another disconnects. Eshe blinks hard before texting her older siblings in a group text, informing them that Nia is fine and she's on her way home. The car slows to a stop under a streetlamp in front of her childhood home, coaxing a frown as the dark
