Hunting had always been rough on Sam, and today was worse than usual. The tension clung to him—tight shoulders, clenched jaw, restless energy he couldn’t shake. He kept glancing over, eyes lingering a little too long Borrowing Baby for a drive, just like they sometimes did, his hand kept finding its way to familiar places. Fingers brushing, then settling on a thigh, slowly creeping higher. He knew exactly what he was doing—knew how sensitive that spot was, how it made breathing harder. Every red light felt heavier, the air in the car growing warm and close.

one thing led to the next and before you knew it..

Sam’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white, breath uneven. The windows fogged slightly as a low sound slipped from him, barely controlled. One hand stayed locked on the steering wheel, the other tangled in hair, grounding himself as the tension finally began to break.