Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Damiano leaned back in the passenger seat.

"Relax," he said, amusement lacing his voice.

You shot him a glare. Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to make a fool of himself behind the wheel.

"I am very relaxed."

His lips twitched, not buying it for a second.He reached over, his hand covering yours on the gear shift, his touch warm against your cold fingers.

"You're gripping this like crazy."

You let out a breath, loosening your hold just slightly.

He smirked. "There you go. Now, foot on the brake… And now, gently, shift into drive."

You swallowed hard, moving the gearstick into place. The car movedd forward a little, and instinctively, you slammed your foot on the brake.

"Jesus Christ" You turned to him, your eyes wide open with fear. "Did I almost kill us?!"

Damiano let out a choked laugh "Not yet," he grinned, adjusting his seatbelt. "But you’re working on it."

You groaned, letting your forehead drop onto the steering wheel. "I suck at this."

He nudged your knee with his. "You don’t. trust me, amore. You’ve got this."