Nancy's POV

The drive home dragged on for an eternity. Every single bump in the road made my thighs clench together involuntarily as visceral memories of the tent flooded my mind.

Jacob steered with one hand lazily draped over the wheel, his other hand resting casually on Mom's knee. But his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror far too often, repeatedly catching my gaze in the back seat.

I shifted uncomfortably, pulling my oversized hoodie lower over my shorts. Still, the ache between my legs wouldn't quit—a constant, pulsing throb that had me pressing my knees tightly together.

Up front, Mom chattered cheerfully about how the crisp air had cleared...