Michael yelps when he does that, and suddenly, he has to think about Caleb's hand on his thigh, the rubbing, and he has to drive, but also not let his powers get out of control. He's usually so good about them, but right now he feels frayed.

"Shit," he gets out raggedly. "Can you, would you," he breathes. "Just ease off, just so I don't wreck my truck." Seeing as it's his home, he would like to avoid that.