“Quit staring.”
His hand hovered over her ankle, heat traveling to her knee and through her elbows, then returned to its station on the gear shift. The ever vigilant soldier. Twelve mile markers passed before he cleared his throat. She met his shaded gaze in the rearview mirror, watching his eyebrows jiggle in glee.
“You know,” he grinned wickedly. “If you lumber around with a swollen belly, we wouldn’t have nearly as good a time.”
Her face twitched into a fleeting smile and let her heavy lids drop, free hand secured lightly over her middle. “Sorry to break it to you, but it’s already swollen from all the drive thru burger stops.”
His hand covered hers just long enough to allow his heat to transfer – then back to the gear shift. She drifted to sleep, allowing the roaring winds to drown out her dreams.
bethmorey
August 19, 2011 at 12:06 pm