His palm was a little sweaty, and it felt warm against mine.
His hand perfectly enveloped mine, making my heart race.
"Don't look down, focus on the front." His cultured, calm voice reached my ears, breaking my momentary embarrassment.
I quickly lifted my head, focusing on the road ahead.
Suddenly, I felt his hand tighten around mine as he guided me, step by step, through the gearshift.
"Don't look down when shifting gears. It can cause you to lose control and steer off course," he instructed.
His guidance was meticulous, yet effortless, like that of a professional instructor, which made me feel even more self-conscious about my nervousness.
I took a deep breath and focused, pushing aside my anxiety as I slowly gained confidence. Soon, I even started accelerating, enjoying the thrill of controlling the speed.
"It's not as hard as you thought, right?" Frank asked with a smile.
I nodded, exhilarated.