“Right, the movie,” she remembered, struggling with thoughts after drinking him in. He smirked at her flustered reply.
“Told you I could keep up,” he stated under his breath, opening the driver's side door and letting her off of his lap. “You, ah, you look pretty, by the way. I didn't say that earlier.”
“Aw, thanks. Now put this licorice in your pants.”
“I'm sorry, what?” Vanessa burst out laughing.
“Put these Red Vines under your waistband. And the candy bars too. Then cover them with your shirt.
“Don't you have a purse for this contraband?”
“I would, if you hadn't insisted on chips. They take up all the room I've got,” she described, showing him the inside of her adorable black suede bag. “Now stop being a weenie and put these in your pants.” She shot him a look much too serious fo
