Your hands rest on the back of the seat, fingers curling slightly. Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror. The tension in the car grow thick, like the humidity outside. The music from the speakers seem to fade into the background, replace by the steady thump of our hearts. Your breathing grow steadier as the miles pass. I take this as a sign to lean in closer, my nose brushing against your neck. I inhale the scent of your shampoo, something clean and fresh that make me want to nuzzle closer.
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09/08/2024
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09/08/2024
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09/08/2024