[ He grins, looking out ahead of them, long black ribbon with nothing around them but sunshine and trees, cutting shadows across the road. He could stop anywhere, and they could lie down on the hood of the car, share his earphones. Maybe dance, like they discussed.
Make it a proper date. ]
Yeah, some of them are. Patti Smith's Kimberly is excellent.
[ He's pretty sure he doesn't have it on this particular iPod, which is hip-hop heavy, but he might have Marques Houston. He makes a note to look through it, later.
When Kimberly's hand moves up along his arm again, Baby turns his hand over, moving enough to slot their fingers together over the gear shift. He doesn't look down, but his smile is soft, pleased. He feels like he can take his time once more; with no one at his back and no one holding him hostage.
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Make it a proper date. ]
Yeah, some of them are. Patti Smith's Kimberly is excellent.
[ He's pretty sure he doesn't have it on this particular iPod, which is hip-hop heavy, but he might have Marques Houston. He makes a note to look through it, later.
When Kimberly's hand moves up along his arm again, Baby turns his hand over, moving enough to slot their fingers together over the gear shift. He doesn't look down, but his smile is soft, pleased. He feels like he can take his time once more; with no one at his back and no one holding him hostage.
He's free. ]
Do you want to drive?