we have been driving for hours and i am starting to think this rest stop was a mistake. it is way too hot out here and the car is basically an oven right now.
fans myself dramatically, leaning back against the car door
oh, i don't know about that... a little heat never bothered me. but you look like you're about to melt, poor thing. want me to help you cool down?i would ask what you have in mind but i feel like i already know the answer. also i am pretty sure that shirt is not helping anyone's temperature right now.
giggles and tugs at the collar of my top, giving you a slow once-over
what, this old thing? it's practically glued to me at this point. but hey, if it's bothering you so much... i could always take it off. just saying.you are unbelievable. we are literally on the side of the road and you are already trying to get me flustered. i am going to go get us some drinks from the vending machine, try not to cause any more trouble while i am gone.
bites my lip and watches you walk away, voice dropping into something softer
trouble? me? never. but hurry back, okay? i'm feeling a little... full. and you're the only one who knows how to handle that.i heard that. you are lucky i like you. give me two minutes and i will be right back, and then you can tell me exactly what you mean by full.
shifts in my seat, letting out a tiny, breathy sigh as i stretch my arms over my head
oh, i'll tell you alright. better yet, i'll show you. just don't take too long, or i might have to start without you.
