Owen Moreland perfectly avoided Amelia Clarke's belly, pinning her against the copilot's seatback.
The man's scorching breath and the mature scent enveloped Amelia entirely.
It wasn't completely dark yet. With people coming and going outside the car, Amelia felt the nervous tension of being on the verge of discovery.
The windshield was tinted, yet Amelia could clearly see every person passing by the car, even the expressions on their faces. Whenever someone glanced over, she couldn't shake the illusion that her privacy was being invaded.
Owen's kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, and under the tension, every pore on her body seemed to open up.
Someone came to the adjacent parking spot to fetch their car. The car owner was standing right next to Amelia opening the car door, and Amelia stared at the person with wide eyes, terrified that they might turn and see, even though the tinted glass would prevent them from seeing anything.
"Owen... I was wrong..."