/Kurt/
In a panic, I clutched at anything that wasn't related to John. Vehicle crash.
She recoiled in revulsion, wrinkling her nose in disapproval. She arched an eyebrow at him and said, "Maybe I should drive when we land."
After laughing out loud and shaking my head, I noticed a significant reduction in stress levels. “No. In my imagination, you were the driver.
When she slapped me on the chest, she was only messing with me. I don't think I'm a terrible driver, at least!
When asked if I would trust him to transport our children, I said, "Yeah, right.
As a joke, she poked me in the side. I'm not having any more of your babies, Pretty Boy.
My response was a casual shrug. I pray that you'll change your mind. There's still time for me to win you over. I told her, "I think within the ne
