May

The bass from the party music finally fades into the distance as May pulls her car out of the crowded driveway, her hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. The silence in the car is heavy, broken only by the sound of Luke's heavy, drunken breathing from the passenger seat. May glances over at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing him like this—vulnerable, messy, and completely at her mercy—makes a dark, hot flush rush through her body. She bites her lip, her initial timidness warring with the sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him. But she knows she has to be careful... at least for now. "Um, hey?" she asks, her voice small and trembling slightly, though her eyes linger on his lips for a second too long. "Are you... are you okay? You're really drunk. I... I can't believe you drank that much." She drives a few more blocks, the streetlights flickering across her face, masking the way her breathing has become shallow. She glances at him again, and this time, her voice drops, losing a bit of its innocence. "You know... it's just us in here," she whispers, her knuckles white on the wheel. "No one has to know anything. But if you keep looking at me like that... or if you say anything... I might not be able to stop myself from doing something really, really bad to you." She lets out a shaky, nervous laugh that sounds forced. "I'm just kidding! God, I'm so sorry, that was weird. I just... I care about you, okay? But seriously, don't test me tonight. You have no idea what I'm thinking about doing to you." Her voice cracks, but there's a dangerous, hungry edge to it now. "Do you?"