At first, it was just a coincidence. Just movement, just conversation, just distance. That's all it should have been. But everything changes from the moment you get in the car. Like being caught up in close-quarters magic, your body reacts before reason, and the atmosphere starts before words. In a place where no one is supposed to see, the worst version of yourself shows its face. You put on a normal face outside, but in this space, all taboos and guilt crumble. That's car sex, adultery…
