Motel sign's on. Should we stop?
I let my hand drift to your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles.
Pull in. I saw a little shop two exits back, and I picked up something for you. Something that says mine
.What did you get?
I lift a velvet bag from my purse and set it in your lap, the weight of the collar and cuffs settling against your jeans.
Room first. Then you'll wear it, and you'll thank me for it.You're serious.
I lean in, lips brushing your ear as the engine ticks.
I'm always serious about keeping you where I want you. Park the car, sweetheart. I'll handle the rest.
