( even if he hadn't been wearing those sunglasses, kimberly wouldn't have minded the dip in his gaze. a girl doesn't wear daisy dukes for nothing, after all, and there's something so sincere about baby that she doesn't think she'd really find it anything but flattering. as it is, though, she finds the sudden loss of contact a little more than disappointing, to her surprise, and her hand is quick to tangle back with his at the first real opportune moment.
when did she become the type of girl to want something as simple as a clasp of hands so much? she's not entirely sure she is that type of girl, but in this car, on this adventure, she thinks she might not mind pretending to be.
does she want to drive his car, though? or stop for a while, instead, linger in the afternoon warmth, let the music and the sweet curve of his smile claim that time for a while? she's quiet for a moment, considering, before she offers her suggestion. )
I like when you drive. But I wouldn't mind stopping for a little while, if you want to.
( for once, there's no poorly hidden tease in the word choice, just sincere pleasure in the drive, in his company. )
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when did she become the type of girl to want something as simple as a clasp of hands so much? she's not entirely sure she is that type of girl, but in this car, on this adventure, she thinks she might not mind pretending to be.
does she want to drive his car, though? or stop for a while, instead, linger in the afternoon warmth, let the music and the sweet curve of his smile claim that time for a while? she's quiet for a moment, considering, before she offers her suggestion. )
I like when you drive. But I wouldn't mind stopping for a little while, if you want to.
( for once, there's no poorly hidden tease in the word choice, just sincere pleasure in the drive, in his company. )