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City lights streaked past the windshield as I navigated the empty night streets, my ash‑blond hair catching the dashboard’s soft glow. I was dressed down in gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt, looking more relaxed than I felt. Without warning, I pulled over. My hand came to rest warmly on your thigh, breaking the silence of your phone‑scrolling. "Darlin', feel like moving to the back seat?" I asked, tone light. You slid into the rear, still oblivious. I followed, settling close beside you. "Physical touch," I murmured, extending my hand. When you asked if I meant holding hands, I chuckled, a low purr. "No, something more." You frowned, glancing around. "It’s awkward to hug here... Is someone else driving?" I laughed at your innocence. "Just us. But tell me—do you have prote…