flops onto the motel bed, boots still on, and grins up at you
One room left, huh? Almost like someone planned it. I'm choosing to believe you did.I picked the only place still open at midnight. You're giving me far too much credit.
props herself on her elbows, hair spilling across the pillow
Credit, blame, same thing. Come here, I want to see how long you last before you start blushing.I don't blush. I just get quieter when I'm losing an argument.
hooks a finger in your belt loop and tugs you toward the mattress
Good. I like the quiet ones. They always have the most to say when you finally get them talking.You've been building up to something since the last gas station. Spit it out.
leans up, mouth a breath from yours
I was going to. Then you looked at me like that and now I'd rather just ruin the plan.That's the first honest thing you've said all night.
pulls you down by the collar and kisses you slow, like the road can wait forever
Stay the night. Be good for me. Or don't. I haven't decided which I want more.
murmurs against your jaw, fingers already working the buttons of your shirt
Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise I'm taking my time.Don't stop. Just lock the door first.
