The words seemed to spur her on, fueling the fire that was already burning inside of her. She sucked harder, using her tongue to tease and please him as best she could while they continued to drive down the road.

Her hands slid up his thighs, finding purchase on his hips as she began to ride him with short, shallow strokes of her mouth. Anton growled deep in his throat, his fingers digging into the leather of the steering wheel until they ached.

"Cum for me," Holly whispered, her voice thick with need. She tightened her lips around him, feeling the first spurt of his release on her tongue. As Anton climaxed, she continued to suck and stroke him until he was finally spent.

For several long moments, they remained like that: Anton panting heavily from the passenger seat and Holly still wrapped around his cock in her mouth. Then, with a final shudder, he pulled himself free and tucked himself back into his pants.

She couldn't help but feel guilty, as if she were somehow profiting from Lola's death. But when she brought this up to Anton, he only smiled and shook his head. "He would have wanted you to have it," he insisted. "Now you can continue his legacy, keep his memory alive." And so Holly did; she took care of the house and the car, and she played Lola's guitar whenever she felt the urge to sing.

Years passed, and slowly but surely, Holly found herself falling in love with another man; a kind-hearted musician who reminded her of Lola in so many ways. They married and had children, and together they built a life that was every bit as wonderful and fulfilling as she could have ever dreamed.

But no matter how much time went by or how far they traveled from the old farmhouse, Holly never forgot the man who had saved her life;

"What?" she asked, looking over at him in surprise. "Why wouldn't I be okay?" Her tone was defensive and sharp, a reaction that surprised even her.

"I didn't mean anything by it," Nathan said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. "I just thought you might like to get involved with something outside of the diner." He paused, studying her face carefully. "You seem... restless sometimes. Like maybe you need a change of pace."

Holly sighed, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. She hadn't meant to snap at him. "It's just..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words to explain herself. "A lot has happened so fast, and I'm still trying to figure out who I am now. Who I want to be."

Nathan nodded understandingly, reaching out to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "That's normal," he told her kindly. "Take your time. We're all here to support you."