“I’ll be waiting for you at the end, babe.” I call out and he turns, the ghost of a smile flickering across his features. “Yeah?” I nod assuredly, “I’m yours, aren’t I?” I can see him rolling his eyes through the transparency of the glass. “You plan on being stuck with me forever?” He questions with a soft disbelieving snort. I throw my cigarette down, my hands gripping the steering wheel as my fingers reach for the ignition, my eyes seeking his, always, always seeking his. “Yeah.”
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