The time was 3 am.

The beginning of the freeway was empty.

His big hand gripped the wheel tightly,

The other was on the volume nob turning up the volume.

The music got louder and louder.

The wind picking up blowing faster and faster

my hair starts to fly in the wind. 

I stick my hand out and close my eyes. 

I throw my head follows.

I smile and think of him, he drives faster. 

The cool winter air freezes my face.

I get back in the car and reach for his hand.

I find it on his lap, it's warm, I can feel the heat warming my hand. 

He grips my hand tighter, my hand is warm now.

 

We arrive and he parks.

The night is only lit by yellow lanterns.

Next to us is a car filled with smoke, a boy and a girl get out. 

We smell a skunk. 

We recline our chairs, I can see the sky.

I look at the trees. 

I want to live in the trees.

I feel like a sailboat, everything that happens resonates within me. 

His touch resonates all the way to the bottom of my stomach and just under. 

He speaks but I can't make sense of it, I'm stuck on his lips.

They’re soft and plump; I can't help but wonder what they feel like against mine.

I smile, my face is red and warm now. I smell like a skunk. 

My body feels heavy. We move to the back seat. 

 

His windows are tinted so dark the world goes away. 

We sit apart for a while and I stare out of the window,

I can barely see the yellow lights through the tint. 

He calls me over, and I'm relieved of the cold that was spreading to my thighs.

I sit on his lap, he puts on hand on my thigh and the other holds my shoulders. 

He rubs my legs and looks up, he's thinking, I wonder what.

Then his hand brushes my thigh and I lose my train of thought. 

All I can think of is his lips again.

I pet his head, his thick curls feel nice in my fingers. I like his hair. 

“You’re so nice,” I say.

“Thank you,” he replies.

We’re both smiling.

I look at the windows again, they’re covered in dew. 

I look at his lips, I lean over to kiss him.

He leans in for the kiss then hesitates.

Too slow, I kiss his nose.