OMW. 5 mins.
The smile crept across her lips, as if a plastic wrapper was slowly being pulled back to reveal the prize inside. Her thumbs scrambled over the keypad as she quickly typed the message.
By the gate. C U soon :-*
She leaned her suitcase against her leg, afraid that if she wasn’t touching it, it would get away. There wasn’t much inside. The necessities— toothbrush, deodorant, underwear. She had withdrawn all the money from her bank account the night before, rolled it up in a plastic grocery bag and stuffed it in the inside flap pocket of her suitcase along with her passport. She only packed two pairs of jeans, a couple t-shirts, one dress. The only shoes she brought were the ones on her feet. Anything else she needed, she would buy when they got there.
The car slowed to a stop in front of her.
His face was smooth, the edges of his hairline sharp. His cologne filled her nostrils as he hugged her.
“Aww, I didn’t even bother to wash my hair.” She pouted, twisting the straggly ends of her ponytail around her finger.
“You look beautiful.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips, twice. He picked up her suitcase with ease. “Did you pack anything, sweetheart?” he asked sarcastically.
“Will we really need clothes where we’re going?” She twisted her lips into a smirk, ran her fingers along his jawline and pulled him down for a third and fourth kiss.
“Mmm, get in,” he whispered softly. He tossed the suitcase in the back, walked around the trunk to the driver’s side. She reclined the passenger seat, crossed her feet on top of the dashboard.
“Buckle up,” he said as he put the car in gear.
“No turning back,” she said.
“Let’s ride.” The engine revved and the car jerked forward as he pressed his foot hard on the gas pedal and sped down the gravel road, kicking up dirt.
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