Raegan felt a surge of hope so sudden that tears threatened to spill.
Disbelief colored her voice as she asked, âReally?â
Mitchel met her gaze, his voice soft.
âTrust me.
â
âI trust you,â Raegan affirmed without hesitation.
A gentle smile played on Mitchelâs lips.
âStay still.
Iâll handle the steering.
â
Mitchelâs long legs extended from the passenger side, encroaching into the driverâs space, which suddenly felt cramped.
âMitchelâ¦â Unable to see the road ahead, Raeganâs anxiety grew.
âItâs alright,â Mitchel reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
âItâs a preset route.
â
A preset route meant the vehicleâs course was predetermined, independent of the driverâs visibility.
Mitchel explained that Matteo had arranged for another vehicle to race ahead and set up a long airbag.
Even if Raegan jumped, she wouldnât be injured.
Feeling slightly calmer, Raegan nodded.
âAre you ready?â Mitchel inquired.
Raegan nodded and anxiously questioned, âWhy arenât you jumping out with me?â
âWe canât both jump,â Mitchel explained urgently.
âThereâs no time to waste.
â
Raegan realized he was right and fell into a tense silence.
âIâll count to three, and then you jump, okay?â Mitchel said.
Before Raegan could respond, Mitchelâs cool lips lightly brushed her forehead.
A ki*s without passion, yet laden with unspoken emotion.
As Raegan trembled, on the verge of speaking, Mitchel covered her eyes with his hand.
âDonât watch,â he instructed.
âOne, two, three.
.
â
The next instant, the car door flung open.
With a rush of air, a faint âI love youâ was lost in the wind.
Raegan didnât jump out of the car herself.
It was Mitchel who forcefully pushed her out.
Raegan felt a surge of hope so sudden that tears threatened to spill.
Disbelief colored her voice as she asked, âReally?â
Mitchel met her gaze, his voice soft.
âTrust me.
â
âI trust you,â Raegan affirmed without hesitation.
A gentle smile played on Mitchelâs lips.
âStay still.
Iâll handle the steering.
â
Mitchelâs long legs extended from the passenger side, encroaching into the driverâs space, which suddenly felt cramped.
âMitchelâ¦â Unable to see the road ahead, Raeganâs anxiety grew.
âItâs alright,â Mitchel reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
âItâs a preset route.
â
A preset route meant the vehicleâs course was predetermined, independent of the driverâs visibility.
Mitchel explained that Matteo had arranged for another vehicle to race ahead and set up a long airbag.
Even if Raegan jumped, she wouldnât be injured.
BunnyBookery Feeling slightly calmer, Raegan nodded.
âAre you ready?â Mitchel inquired.
u jumping out with me?â
âWe canât both jump,â Mitchel explained urgently.
âThereâs no time to waste.
â
Raegan realized he was right and fell into a tense silence.
âIâll count to three, and then you jump, okay?â Mitchel said.
Before Raegan could respond, Mitchelâs cool lips lightly brushed her forehead.
A ki*s without passion, yet laden with unspoken emotion.
As Raegan trembled, on the verge of speaking, Mitchel covered her eyes with his hand.
âDonât watch,â he instructed.
âOne, two, three.
.
â
The next instant, the car door flung open.
With a rush of air, a faint âI love youâ was lost in the wind.
Raegan didnât jump out of the car herself.
It was Mitchel who forcefully pushed her out.