Puckleberry Week, Day 3: Road trip
Rachel gripped the wheel tighter as Noah changed the song again. "Can you just settle on a song?" she snapped finally.
Noah looked up from his iPod with a smirk. "I'm the passenger; it's my turn to control the radio. I had to listen to that damn Baby Gaga crap for three hours, you can just deal."
"First off, it's Lady Gaga and second, I'm not complaining about your questionable music choices, Noah, I'm simply asking you to stick with a song for more than thirty seconds."
"I can't find one I like, though."
"Noah."
"Rachel."
She dared to glance at him for a moment before fixing her eyes back on the road. "I don't want to fight; we still have three days before we reach our destination and I would like it if we could just get through this without fuss."
"Okay, baby, I'm sorry." His broad hand landed on high on her thigh, squeezing gently as he looked over his iPod one more time, smirking as he selected a song.
Where it began,
I can't begin to knowing
But then I know it's growing strong
Rachel allowed a small smile to flit across her face and one hand to move down, squeezing Noah's briefly before moving back up to the wheel.