"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
Another one... at like 4:30AM cause I went to bed at 8pm on some old head type shit Enjoy, lovelies! xoxo
Don
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"I'm sorry, just a little longer with the AC," Carson assured me, but I quickly shook my head.
"I'm warm," I more or less whispered in bliss as I snuggled further into this thick coat of Carson's. Every last bit of it smelled like him which I would never openly, let alone publicly admit, but it reminded me of how it felt when we slept in the same bed together our first night. When I shared my bed for the first time.
How my bed smelt afterwards... Of him.
Carson looked over at me for a moment, I could feel those eyes of his analyzing me. Then he looked on for another moment. And another...
"Eyes on the fucking road you idiot." I snapped at him when I felt the steering start to drift us out of our lane and into the next. That got his immediate attention, thank god.
"S-Sorry," Carson mumbled an apology.
"I'ts-it's fine," I replied, before adding the word "stupid." I just felt like I wasn't insulting Carson enough these days. There was still a balance that must be obtained and held at all costs, and it felt like I was falling short here.
Perhaps I was the problem, because insults didn't necessarily go hand in hand with the mindless action I found myself doing a second later, and that was setting my left hand on Carson's right thigh. he immediately looked my way, but once i went to remove it, he balanced the steering with his knees and placed his left hand over mine, keeping it there.
"I like it," he assured me quickly, "but go any higher and we're crashing, got it?"
I nodded, turning my head quickly to hide some of that heat rising to my face. His warm hand lingered over mine for a few more seconds before he finally returned it to the steering wheel. We had both been... well, we hadn't quite... fully finished... and while I was still trying to calm my body down, it seemed that Carson was in the same boat. He just hid it better. Sort of.
"Okay um- so in an effort to stay focused because we've got a long drive, tell me more about Christmas. Is there anything else you'd like to do?"
"Are you taking notes?" I teased him, snuggling even further into this coat.
"O-Of course." Carson paused again and I just knew those eyes of his were on me again but I couldn't help it. The insulation of this thing coupled with his scent made me want to drown in the damn fabric. "I told you I wanted to spend it with you."
I nodded slowly shifting my gaze out the window for a moment , before I realized only one of us was really paying attention to the road, and it wasn't Carson, and so my eyes snapped back to it.
