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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾
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𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
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The girls had decided to do a late-night driving lesson with Malia. Initially, Ophelia hadn't been too keen to let Kira and Lydia tag along considering that Malia was already stressed enough about the prospect of driving a car, however, Lydia had been persuasive in saying that it would help the werecoyote with multiple opinions and advice. Once Malia finishes adjusting the mirrors to her new car, Kira speaks up from beside the hybrid in the backseat. "Okay, hands on the wheel at ten and two," she instructs.
Ophelia closes her eyes and sighs. This is not going to go well.
"Actually, the recommended position is now nine and three," Lydia corrects. "At ten and two, a deployed airbag could break your thumbs."
"Mine would heal," Malia points out quickly.
"Save your strength," Lydia encourages. "And try not to destroy your beautiful new car." She repositions the girl's hands.
Malia locks eyes with her girlfriend in the rear-view mirror and Ophelia gives her a soft smile. "You got this, just remember to breathe," she says. She hears the subtle sound of leather creaking as Malia's hands tighten around the steering wheel, then how her heart suddenly jumps. Ophelia leans forward slightly with a concerned frown, knowing that she's experiencing another flashback.
