In the beginning of our relationship, I found myself stuck in an impromptu road trip with my then something, now husband. I had been invited by a friend who knew some friends and it ended up with her bailing out on me and being stuck with a bunch of people I didn’t even know inside a van. Once we hit civilization on our 8th hour of being on the road, I assumed that it wasn’t for me and that I’d rather get a rental and drive my ass home. B, let’s call him that, decided to come with me since he had shit to do and felt like he was dragged along.
Long story short we ended up at a diner talking about how good breakfast food was and found ourselves renting a room. C’mon, talking about breakfast food is pretty awesome –
The moment we locked the doors in the room I found myself hoisted up and slammed against the wall. The whirr of the air-conditioning unit was daunting but I grew immensely distracted when his lips pressed against mine.