Elise's pov

The car ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. Sebastian kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. I kept stealing glances at him, trying to figure out what he had planned.

"You're staring," he said without looking away from the road.

"I'm trying to guess where we're going."

"Any theories?"

"Based on the lingerie you made me wear, somewhere private."

His lips curved ...