Stella
I get settled into the seat and goosebumps cover my legs and arms when I sit on the cold leather seats.
"I should have turned the seat warmers on sorry babe, Tristan says, and I smile at his thoughtfulness
"It's ok I'm sure it's more than that" I wink playfully
We head home and I turn the radio on, and a rap song is playing, and I hear theirs chuckles at my rapping skills. Well, drunken rap skills I have to admit it sucks either way. Good thing they love me already.
The drive gets quiet, and it leaves me with too much time in my own head coming down from my drunken bliss. Where do I start? Who do I kiss first? Too many questions roll around my head. Do we start the second we walk into the house? Should I change?
We get home and I let myself out and hurry inside before on
