Prelude
Bella sat in the front seat with her brow pressed against the window; outside a light cool rain was falling. There was the scent of the car's leather seats that kept reminding her of how much money the car she was riding in, must have cost the owner. No vinyl or slip covers would ever be enough for him.
As her focus switched between the moss covered forest trees and the drops of rain that ran down the window, she tried to fill her thoughts with its owner, his face, his smell, that smile, rather than dwell on why she was far from him. But it wasn't easy.
She had been traveling for five days with many stops for gas, food and she'd been allowed to use the "facilities", with supervision of course. "Am I three years old"?, she thought as she closed the orange painted door marked "Ladies" behind her and in the face of her protector.
The term Ladies on the door was ironic considering no lady would even use it.
Bella was eyeing the sink. Hard water stains, the color of rust, shown the path of water from the faucets to the drain. It was no surprise to her that no water trickled out after she turned the knob marked Hot or that the soap dispenser was either empty or blocked from non-usage. With a deep sigh, caused more by the circumstances then the condition of the bathroom, she pulled her hand sanitizer from her purse and used more that the usual amount. "Might as well be safe," she thought with a chuckle considering her current situation, "than sorry."
A light tapping on the door sent a reminder that her facility time was over and she exited the restroom without a word.
Walking back to the car, he placed his hand at her waist and matched her pace. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as his body pressed against hers. This gentle but possessive act did not go unnoticed and although unwanted, she sank into it; feeling both angry and gratitude for his sacrifice.