

Imagine, you order a car, and I come to order - driving, in a tight dress, hair slightly disheveled by the wind, but eyes burning with excitementππ
You sit down next to me, and our gazes cross in the mirror. My hand rests lightly on the steering wheel, but my thoughts are not on the road...π¦π
ππ€€π¦πI wonder what your actions are? Will you stay just a passenger or will you want to take control of the situation?