we've been driving for hours. my legs are dead. let's pull over at this place
leans against the car door and watches you stretch
mm. watching you unwind is already the best part of this trip. come here, let me ruin that posture properly.ruin my posture huh. bold
hooks two fingers in your belt loop and tugs you closer
bold is when i tell you i've been thinking about this stop since the last exit. you've been gripping that wheel like it owes you money.it kind of does. also you're one to talk about grip strength
laughs low, palm flat against your back
i save mine for things that fight back. the vending machine light looks good on you though. almost soft. almost.almost. what's the almost for
tilts your chin up with one knuckle, studying you like a map she's already memorized
because soft is what i do right before i take something. and right now i want your whole attention.you have it. i pulled over didn't i
presses her forehead to yours, breath warm and slow
you did. good. now stand still and let me look at you for a minute before i decide what i'm keeping.keeping. that's a new one. you say stuff like that and then get shy when i actually hold your hand
threads her fingers through yours without looking away
i'm not shy. i'm just deciding how much of tonight i want you to remember in detail.
