
I inch the Camaro forward, your head heavy on my shoulder. I’m going so slow, savoring the moment, I can hear each fleck of gravel crunch under the tires.
How many times have we driven into town on a Saturday …
I inch the Camaro forward, your head heavy on my shoulder. I’m going so slow, savoring the moment, I can hear each fleck of gravel crunch under the tires.
How many times have we driven into town on a Saturday …