I had no answer.
I looked down. My hand was on her knee. I didn’t even remember putting it there.
My hand landed just below her collarbone.
She released the clutch too fast. The car jerked forward, then stalled. Her body flung toward the steering wheel, and instinctively, I reached my right arm across her chest to stop her.
“Sorry, Bhabhi,” I whispered, pulling my hand back as if I’d touched fire.
The car bumped into a small divider. She got scared and slammed the brake. I jerked forward, and this time—
“First rule,” I said, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. “Hold it firm, but don’t strangle it.”