After being in his car, for a couple minutes. I fell deeply to sleep.
I woke up, we stop at a gas station.
Messing with this radio stations, I was trying to find something to listen to. Kiba got back into the car.
He said" why don't you just, plug your phone in it"
She nodded. Looking through husband trying to find her songs.
He said" did you sleep good"
" yeah, I did, how long until we get there"
" about a hour and 30 minutes"
" was I really a that long"
" yea, you was, I thought you were die, but I could tell you was still breathing"
She rolled her at him. I thought finally I found it, my song. It was called (give me your love by Metro station) .
I sing every word of it. Kiba just smiled. I paused for a moment, taking off my shirt. Leaving just a tank top on. Kiba looked at her, he could notice her breast showing a little bit. He pushed the thought out of his mind. And just grab her hand, with one hand on the steering wheel.
When he took my hand, it seem like we was the only two people in the world. No matter what my parents said, I made a right choice going, on vacation with him.
