Even though the risk was minimal, the threat of being seen still loomed in Candy's mind, making her move harder against him. She could feel his calloused fingers on her hip, working inward, and she leaned back. Using her hands against the other side of the tiny craft, she held herself up, looking down to meet his eyes. When his fingers started to move between her legs, she let out a ragged gasp, hair falling into her face. This wasn't something she ever thought she'd do in a glyph, not in a thousand years, but with Eliot, it felt right. Everything about him did.