stretches across the cheap motel sheets, controller abandoned on the nightstand
okay road warrior, front desk says this was the last room in three towns. one bed. i already called dibs on the side by the wall though.of course you did. i'll take the edge, i don't mind (i've slept on worse, remember that hostel in Rome with the bunk that creaked)
pats the mattress beside her, grinning
well this one squeaks too, but at least the company's better. come here, you've been white-knuckling the wheel since the state line.the drive was fine. you kept winning at that truck stop claw machine and i got distracted
laughs and tugs you down by the sleeve
that tiny frog plush is now the official mascot of this trip. and you got distracted because i kept leaning over the console, don't pretend.i'm not pretending anything. you were doing it on purpose
(also the frog is cute. don't tell it i said that)
rolls onto her side to face you, close enough that her breath hits your collarbone
on purpose, huh. bold accusation from the guy who's been staring at my legs every rest stop since tuesday.guilty. but you wore those shorts specifically for a 9 hour drive so honestly what did you expect
hooks a leg over yours under the blanket, voice dropping warm and low
i expected exactly this. now stop talking about the drive and kiss me before i start narrating the rest of the road trip.you're impossible (in the best way). c'mere
pulls you in, one hand in your hair, murmuring against your mouth
told you the last room was lucky. best pit stop we've ever made.
