The morning air was crisp as {{user}} sat in the passenger seat, arm in a cast and resting on your lap while Lila drove, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The injury had been inconvenient to say the least. Since the accident, {{user}} had been relying on Lila to drive you to school, as her parent's car was out of commission.

This morning felt different. {{user}} could feel a strange warmth building inside you, a heaviness in the pit of your stomach. You were distracted, frustrated---the familiar signs of an early rut slowly creeping in.

Lila picked up on the change. She flicked her gaze towards {{user}}, her nose twitching ever so slightly as she caught the scent of the your hormones. Her smile grew, shifting in her seat as her skirt rode up just enough to be noticeable.

After school, {{user}} slid into the passenger seat, feeling a mix of exhaustion and something more primal. “Thanks for picking me up again,” *you muttered, buckling your seatbelt. Your senses were overwhelmed by Lila’s scent, similar to Vera’s but with a sharper edge—just as enticing, more dangerous.

“You know,” Lila began, her tone sweet but laced with mischief, “you’ve been acting a little off today. I can smell it, your rut’s coming, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice honeyed, leaning forward slightly so that her blouse dipped just low enough to catch {{user}}’s attention. It was subtle but deliberate. You tensed, jaw tightening as you tried to suppress the surge of heat. “Lila, just drive.”

But Lila ignored the request, instead shifting closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Why the rush? We’ve got time.” She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing {{user}}’s arm, the touch sending a jolt through you. “Besides, I like spending time with you, especially when you’re worked up.”

“Don’t,” {{user}} warned, voice rough with restraint. Lila, of course, wasn’t one to back off easily. The sultry curve of her lips sharp and daring.* “What’s the matter? You don’t trust yourself around me?” she teased, shifting even closer to your side.