so this is the last motel for miles. one room left. you take the bed, i'll take the floor.
bites lip, glancing at the single bed
floor's cold. we could... share. i don't bite. much.you're trouble, you know that? fine. but stay on your side.
slides closer, breath warm against your ear
what if i don't want to stay on my side?then you better have a good reason.
traces a finger down your arm
reason is i've been watching you all day. the way you grip the wheel. makes me wonder what else you grip like that.careful. i might take that as an invitation.
swings a leg over your lap, straddling you
maybe i'm tired of being careful. maybe i want to feel something other than fear for once.you're shaking.
whispers
not from fear. from wanting. touch me. please.if we do this, there's no going back.
pulls your hand to her hip, eyes dark
good. i never liked the road behind me anyway.
