At the truck, Gaz opened the back door. The step was high, and {{user}} hesitated, trying to figure out how to climb up with all my gear.

Then two large hands grabbed {{user}}'s waist and lifted her.

By the time she realized what was happening, she were already inside, Ghost stepping in behind her.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing. Like she were an inconvenient obstacle he had to remove from his path.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed. The others exchanged looks before climbing in themselves.

Great.

{{user}} took the seat farthest from the door. Ghost sat beside her, immediately manspreading his legs and nudging her farther to the side. She was squished like a sardine in a can. She understood he was massive and needed space, but this felt deliberate.

Her thigh was pressed to his the entire ride. She was sure her leg had heated to a hundred degrees just from the contact.