Their hands, slick with sweat, slide across the gear shift, fingers brushing, igniting sparks. She feels his gaze on her thighs, exposed by her short skirt, and she parts them slightly, inviting him in. He takes the bait, his hand reaching up, tracing her inner thigh, making her gasp. The car swerves, their laughter filled with nervous tension. They're playing a dangerous game, but they can't stop. Not until they've crossed the line, not until they've satisfied their burning curiosity.