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Our ride home would've gone a whole lot easier if my peripheral vision had been a tad less keen.
Is it really necessary for her to ogle me that openly?
Or run her thumb across her lower lip as if reliving our frenzied mashing?
I force the S60R to obey the stop sign, but cannot keep my fractured focus from drifting to the passenger seat once we're halted.
Paraphrasing my own wise advice to the stylist who'd just seared my head with her dryer, Bella points to the windshield and grins.
"Just keep your eyes on the road, big boy."
A/N: Once again, Pyejammies hit pay dirt, reminding me about the line from chapter 33. How perfect you are, my wise reader! Thank goodness for this interactive writing process; I steal-I mean, GET-my best ideas from you guys!
So this NEW chapter 100 is a bonus, and since it goes along with 99, with the theme of GET THE GIRL TO THE LOUIS AS FAST AS THE VOLVO CAN, you get it today. Hope you're enjoying...next chapter, tomorrow, Chez Edward.
