Elin's POV:

Aaron slid into the driver's seat and said without looking back, "You think I'm your chauffeur?"

Only then did I realize I had instinctively gotten into the back seat.

Embarrassed, I got out and walked around to sit beside him in the front.

Saira was still standing there watching, so let her keep seething.

The engine started, and suddenly Aaron's hand reached toward my thigh. I flinched instinctively, but he said, "Your skirt is torn."

I looked down and saw the fabric ripped—messy ...