A strong flavor of cooling ointment filled the narrow space.
She stopped struggling and stared as he applied the ointment to her red sprained ankle and began to rub it gently.
A spasm of pain clamped her mouth shut and tightened her grip on the car mat. She bit her teeth to stop herself from crying again. Dylan noticed the pained look on her, and his movement became gentler. Unexpectedly, the pain subsided, and she began to feel comfortable as he rubbed her foot. From his big warm hand, a strange current ran through her, making her blush. Fortunately, the light in the car was not very bright, and he could not see the flush on her face.
She bit her lip hard. What was going on? Her body reverberated to his touch?
When he finally finished and closed the little box, she quickly drew back her foot and turned down her trouser end.
"Thank you... Can I get off now?" She looked down and asked.
