The headlights behind provided a sense of false security.
Jule's opponent was standing in her headlights, staring at her, while Jule's body rolled to a stop a few feet away.
Above them, the headlights of the two vehicles grew more distant, finally hidden from view by their angle of descent.
The key Howie had left fit the door in the rear so I couldn't rely on my headlights to see.
The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.