L'amour Est Un Mensonge
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Ah, young Love.
Damien's left hand rest on the steering wheel of his truck, the right hand slowly wandering toward her. Hamari hadn't noticed him subconsciously tracing circles on her thigh until she looked away from the window.
"Whatcha doin? " She watched him pull his hand away and awkwardly grab the wheel, clearly embarrassed from being cought.
"Oh! Sorry, I um -"
She interrupted him, "I didn't say stop." Hamari pulled his wrist toward her and he continued drawing patterns on the fabric of her jeans. Resting her head against the seat, she stared daydreaming out the window of what it would feel like to fly.
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