[ i hate the snow now ]
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the wind smelled like mountain acorns. not the artificial ones found in the forests below, but the original kind that lay buried under snow.
preservation was a skill learned not by talent, but by time and patience.
she sighed with her head hanging out the window, tongue lolling out like a flag. this was her seat and her lover. ain't no one gonna take that from her.
"what're you thinkin' about, coffee bean?" a smile crossed his lips as he stared most ardently at the woman's arms, dotted with chocolate freckles. technically, he had to keep his eyes on the road, but why would he do that when she was the best view he'd ever seen?
"you." her eyes were closed and her heart was wide wide open. he could see it beating.
"kiss me."
she opened her eyes and sat up, but the sun blinded her and she blinked ferociously.
"alright."
so she kissed him as he let the gas pedal go on that open, abandoned desert road.
in the most wonderful way.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Historia Corta"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
