15 Rain"Maybe if I press my head just a little harder my skin will fuse to the glass and then I won't have to say goodbye."
The dark asphalt rushed by, broken yellow lines blurring through the rain-speckled glass. Cool air tickled over her skin from the vent and she shivered, but didn't move to cover her arms with the sweater on her lap.
"And then maybe you'll have a car window stuck to your face for the rest of your life."
"Everyone knows all guys really want is to be with a woman who has a car window fused into her brian. I'm going to get jealous trying to fight them all off."
She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Riiight." As it was, she was sure she was going to have a ridiculous looking red blob on her forehead. Now that was attractive. Her eyes flicked to the bright green letters of the clock above the CD player on the dashboard.
One hour and counting.
They spent the rest of the ride in silence--save for the rushing of c