She hears a song she knows on the radio and begins to sing to him. Her hand pulls seductively at the bottom of her satin dress, inch by inch, revealing more of her perfect legs. His eyes share their attention with her and the moving highway. She does her best to play sexy, imitating things she’s seen on MTV. He nervously approves.
The car smells like stale bread - the remnants of too many drinks; heavy breathing - but neither seem to mind. She fumbles with his belt. He sobers, euphoric now, helping her with buttons, careful to use his turn signal when switching lanes. She looks up at him, her eyes feign confidence, but blaze love. His hand leaves the wheel and finds her cheek, fingers running through her hair. She enjoys the warmth of his body and lets him guide her hand. The radio plays a song he knows and she finds rhythm, her head nuzzled in his chest. His heart is beating quickly. She enjoys the deep sound it makes against her ear as the car gently glides across miles of pavement.
His hand grabs at her hair, which fuels excitement through her body. The car slowly accelerates, street lamps methodically sputtering light onto her face. He clenches the back of her neck and the car makes a slight swerve to the left, then corrects itself. She seeks approval in his eyes and he pulls her lips to his. He takes in her scent and catches his breath, holding her head snug under his chin. She wraps her arms around his waist and smiles to herself. He cracks a window, letting in a cool breeze, disposes of a paper towel and buckles his pants.
She wants him to hold her and he does, taking the next exit off the highway. He pulls up to a stoplight as it turns red and kisses her softly, looking deep into her eyes. The light turns green, but neither move, still staring into each other. The radio clock turns 12:00 and the traffic signals flash yellow light. The car stands still - caught in a moment.

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