Chapter 2
Lila’s POV
The car hit another pothole, and Marcus's pinky dragged right along that sensitive edge again, pressing just enough to make my whole body jerk.
I clamped my thighs together without thinking, but that only trapped his hand there, his fingers flexing against my skin.
Tyler's thumb kept up that slow circle on my n****e, the pressure building with every bump, and I swear my t**s felt heavier, aching under his palm.
The radio blasted on, Mom and Dad up front going on about some family barbecue next weekend, completely clueless.
I shifted in my seat, trying to create some space, but Tyler's arm stayed draped across me like it belonged there.
His breath hit my neck when he leaned closer, pretending to stretch.
"Are you cold or something? Your skin's all goosebump
