Lover's Lane

The pines cloak our presence, but we are still met with a view of the town. My fingers curl in her scarlet hair, pulling, digging into her skin and tracing her curves, hot breath on bare flesh. We start to tangle with one another in the back seat and I fill with hunger, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. The world lies at the palms of my hands, and so does she.