Richard
L
illy slid
into the passenger seat of my car fluidly, and I reached to cup the back of her head and pull her into a kiss before she’d even shut the door. Her lips were soft, inviting, and warm, and I lingered to taste the fresh mint of toothpaste. Smiling when I pulled back, I released her neck to rest my palm on the gear stick while she shut herself in the vehicle with me. Pink tinged her cheeks, and she swiped back her long waves before I jerked into drive and pulled off the curb.
“Did you have a tough time last night?” Posing my question as we sped towards downtown, I glanced across the center console to watch Lilly shake her head. Relief flooded my chest, and I tightened my grip on the wheel before the soft click of her seat belt bounced around the interior.
“No- my dad w
