“Such a nice guy,” she said, pulling on her seatbelt. “So, what’s the plan?”
“What made him nice?” I ignored the question, wondering what this guy could possibly have said that made her assume he was nice.
“Oh, um, I don’t know. He was just… nice.”
“I’m nice,” I muttered.
“Sometimes.” She gave me a small smile.
I swallowed and cleared my throat before answering her previous question.
“We’ll get a few more hours in on the road, then we’ll stop and grab some dinner and a room for the night.”
She nodded. “Okay, wake me when we get there. I’m taking a nap.” She reclined her seat a little and closed her eyes.
I backed out of my parking spot and made my way toward the highway once again. Somehow, the drive seemed even longerwith her asleep next to me. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. They kept wandering back to her, back to how her blonde hair fell in a mess of soft waves all around her. I noticed the way her long lashes fanned across her cheeks, how they were perfectly curled with no products at all. They’d make any woman jealous. Her lips were a light pink, plump, and slightly puffy from sleep. I watched the way her chest rose and fell with her deep, even breathing. That made me remember how she felt against me that morning. My dick grew hard, and the car drifted from my lack of attention. I jerked the wheel back when the tires hit the rumble strip.
She jumped awake, her words tumbling out in a sleepy mumble. “What’s going on?”
I clenched my teeth, annoyed with myself yet again. “Rabbit. Go back to sleep.”
She took a deep breath, sat up, and unzipped her jacket. She pulled it off and balled it up to use as a pillow.
“Try not to wreck again, huh? You don’t have the best driving record.”
I opened my mouth to tell her that my driving record was perfect until she came along, but I snapped my mouth closed and bit my tongue. There was no sense in arguing.
A few hours later, my stomach was growling, and my eyes were burning from driving for too long. I exited the highway and followed the road signs to another small town. I found my way to a little bar and grill about a mile off the highway. I pulled into the gravel lot and killed the engine.
“Wake up, Crash. Time for some dinner.” I removed my seatbelt as she stirred awake.
“Where are we?” She righted her seat and looked around.
“Bum fuck nowhere if you ask me, but they got a bar, and it serves food. Let’s go enjoy ourselves before turning in for the night.”
She pulled her jacket back on and reached for the door handle. “I could use some food, but I don’t drink.”
I climbed out and shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
I pulled open the door of the bar, and we were greeted with some loud country music. The place was in full swing, but it wasn’t overly crowded. The bar was lined with older men and women, while couples and friend groups filled the scattered tables. I took a seat at the first booth I came to, and Amelia slid in across from me. There were already menus on the table, wedged between the ketchup and mustard bottles, so I grabbed both and slid one over to her.
A waitress came over and put two drink napkins down in front of us. “Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”
“I’ll take a beer,” I said, looking up at her.
She gave me a wide smile and nodded before looking across at Amelia. “And for you?”
Amelia shrugged. “Just water will be fine.”
“OK, I’ll be right back.” She turned and walked toward the bar to fetch our drinks.
I went back to the menu, settling on a half-pound burger and fries. When the waitress was back with our drinks, I ordered, and Amelia stuck to her usual chicken strips.
I grabbed the beer bottle when the waitress left to take our order to the back.
“What is it with you and chicken strips? Don’t you eat anything else?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. I’m just not big on red meat.”
