"Well, at least someone does," she giggled. "Oh, yeah? You’d do something about it?" Shelley bit down on her lip. Picking up her bag from the floor of the truck, she prepared to get up from her seat. "I’m gonna be creepy and take pictures to post."
"Of course, I would," he smirked at her. As she began to get her things together he stopped her, "Of course you are," he chuckled pulling her closer, "We are early," he said leaning in closer to her biting his lip.
"Like what?" Shelley wondered, losing her breath a bit. Dropping her bag, she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned into him.













