"Uh... Mr. Ford, stop!"

Celeste blurted out, scrambling to hold him back.

Their eyes met briefly, hers filled with a flash of panic.

Celeste couldn't read Nathaniel's mind. She quickly lowered her gaze, speaking with a hint of embarrassment, "We just did it in the car, not too long ago."

"I'm still up for it. Are you saying you're not?" Nathaniel's face was calm, shadowed by the light, his emotions unreadable.

As he spoke, he confidently began to remove her ...