My stepson and I were stuck in a tight situation together. His dilapidated old car broke down on our way home from the grocery store, leaving us stranded on a deserted country road. He tried his best to fix it, but the engine sputtered and died before he could even get the hood up. We were both frustrated and anxious, with no one around for miles.
I suggested calling a tow truck, but the reception was patchy at best. As we waited, an uneasy silence settled between us. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was staring at my body too intently, his gaze lingering on my cleavage visible through the thin fabric of my shirt. His gaze made me self-conscious, and I tried to cross my arms to cover myself up.
Suddenly, a wave of heat washed over me, and I realized I had stepped into the sauna.
