[ Clay shuts the door behind her, smiling despite the tension. Maybe because of it.
Into the drivers side, he buckles in and puts the car in gear. Turning down the volume on his classic rock station, he looks over at her. Oh, so casually. She smells like a bride’s bouquet- floral, but luxurious and like the promise of a good time. ]
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Into the drivers side, he buckles in and puts the car in gear. Turning down the volume on his classic rock station, he looks over at her. Oh, so casually. She smells like a bride’s bouquet- floral, but luxurious and like the promise of a good time. ]
What do you listen to?