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I had some help 🎶🤠

anything to do with his truck, a nice bonfire blurb?

He looks over, watching her watch the view. Her hair blows in the wind, the scent of peaches reaching his nose causing this warmth to soothe his tense shoulders.

She slowly slides her hand out of the open window, allowing it to push against the wind as they fly down the backroad leading to the little lake spot they go to just be alone.

The smirk stays on his lips as he looks back down at the speedometer to find her picture covering the 80 and above speeds.

"I need you driving safe. And if you're going 80, then you're not driving safe."

Her pouted lips as she gave him that spiel stay engraved in his head. It's what makes him slow down then that trustee red arrow passes past the picture.

His smile grows when she looks back at him. It causes a smile to erupt on her face and he has to look away before his heart explodes. He can't believe it's him she's smiling at.

"Are you blushing?" She asks, leaning over to grab his hand that's resting on the middle seat of the bench.

"Shh don't tell." He looks back over, silently cursing his pink cheeks for giving him away. When his fingers interlock with hers he tugs her closer. "You're too far away."

She squeals as she slides closer to him. Her hip knocking into his. Suddenly he drops her hand and instead lets it rest on her thigh.

"God I love a bench seat." She sighs as her head leans on his shoulder.