Clara thought she was going to sort things out in his car today.
With his temperament, he never accommodated anyone.
If he wanted to do something, he just did it.
He said they would go home, giving her a moment of relief.
The two of them were intimately leaning together in the seat, silent like the pitch-black night.
The alternation of heavy and light breathing filled the car, creating an ambiance of sudden intimacy.
Once calm, an unlimited awkwardness unfolded.
"Clara, actually my car has plenty of space."
His meaning was clear, being here wouldn't hinder him at all; if anything, a change of venue was even more exciting.
Clara bit her lower lip hard to calm herself so she wouldn't be swayed by him. Of course, whatever a man says at this moment is bound to sound appealing; give in, and you'd fall into the trap.