Rosalie beamed,
climbing into the bed of the truck. The last evening they’d spent together in
Alex’s truck had been so peaceful and happy. She situated herself resting
against the back of the cab on top of several blankets and pillows Alex had
laid out.
As the movie
began and Alex adjusted the sound so they could hear over the night sounds of
the desert and the rustling of their legs in the blankets, Rosalie felt stiff
with anticipation. She knew Alex wouldn’t try to push anything sexually; the
propriety of them watching a movie behind the hotel wasn’t the issue. She was
unsure she’d be able to lie comfortably in the truck bed, at its slight angle,
with only the meager padding to position her body against. How close would they
lie? Would they stay parallel to each other, mainta
