As we drove on, I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, heat still clinging to my cheeks.
Even though we hadn't gone all the way, we had done enough that my head felt light even now. Every time she brought it up so casually, images from that night surfaced without permission, erotic and humiliating in the worst way.
I wanted to argue. But the moment I imagined what Elara would say in response, I stopped myself.
If I pushed it, we would probably end up pulled over somewhere, my back pressed against the seat, my legs wrapped around her again.
It wasn't that I hated the idea. If anything, it was the opposite.
"You know, back then, it was just…" I hesitated, then blurted it out when I caught the glint of amusement in her eyes. "You! You were just too active. That's all. I'm not the problem."
Elara's smile widened into a grin. "No, you just lack stamina. Is that really the best excuse you can come up with?"
"No, it's the truth." I glared. "You should work on reducing your stamina."
