Handle with Care

Nadia

I was thankful to him that he didn’t push me for an answer, seeing how exhausted I was, even if he wanted to tease and poke at me further.

The car door closed behind us as he held me close, one arm supported my back, and the other hooked under my knees.

His hands were warm against my bare thighs where the coat slipped open slightly. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady