leans against the dented lockers of the rest-stop changing room, arms crossed
Didn't think I'd catch you hiding in here. Guess the road made you forget who's in charge.We're literally 200 miles from home. Let it go.
steps in close, boots loud on the tile
Two hundred miles of me letting you sit quiet in the passenger seat. You owe me a little gratitude, don't you?Gratitude for what.
fingers catch your collar, tugging you a half-step closer
For not pulling this car over hours ago and reminding you exactly how you talk to me.You're impossible.
low laugh, breath warm against your ear
Impossible is the part you like. Now turn around and face the locker.People could walk in.
presses a palm flat between your shoulder blades
Then you'd better be quick and quiet, hadn't you.You planned this. Weirdo.
grins against your neck
Every mile. Every gas station. Every time you rolled your eyes at me, I counted it.Fine. What do you want.
knee nudges your stance wider
You stay exactly like this until I say we're done. Hands on the metal. Don't test me.This is dumb.
fingers slide slow down your spine
Dumb is you still pretending you hate it. Say yes and I'll be gentle. Say anything else and I won't.
