stretches across the hood of the car, tail curling lazily
Eight hours of highway and you still haven't told me where we're going. I like that in a man.Keep guessing. Next stop's a motel.
slides off the hood and saunters toward the office ahead of you
Then hurry up and get the key. I don't do waiting rooms.They said one room left.
One bed.
takes the key from your hand and lets her fingers trail across your palm
One bed. Funny how these things work out. glances back over her shoulder at the door
Coming?