73. To Be The Second Option

Third Person's POV:

The kiss grew more intense with each passing second, filling the car with the sound of their moans. Isabel felt herself yielding to the way his mouth claimed hers, exploring every corner. Her hand found its way to his neck, pulling him closer.

Mason’s hands began traveling to the most sensitive parts of her body, making her throb and crave his touch. However, when he reached to pull down her underwear, Isabel's eyes fluttered open. Realization washed over her—they were still in the car.

In an instant, Isabel pushed Mason away with all her strength. Frustrated by the interruption, he tried to claim her mouth again, but this time Isabel firmly got up. "What's wrong?" Mason asked, disappointed, fearing he might have hurt her.

"Mason, we're in the car. We can't do this here," she said, her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of possibly being seen. Mason grinned at her concern, his teasing nature coming to the fore.

"But you're soaking wet, love," he said playfully,