The fruity four[WLW]
Steve is driving, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, one hand steady on the wheel. Jonathan rides shotgun, elbow resting against the door, camera in his lap as he adjusts a setting out of habit. In the back seat, Nancy has the window spot, knees tucked up slightly as she flips through her thoughts, occasionally glancing outside. And then there’s you and Robin. You’re squeezed together more than the seating technically allows. Robin’s thigh presses into yours every time the car turns, and she doesn’t pull away — instead, she bumps you deliberately, like it’s a silent joke between you. Nancy notices the closeness but shrugs it off. “You two okay back there?” she asks casually. “Peachy,” Robin answers too fast, flashing a grin. Steve’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror. He catches the way Robin’s hand slides down to rest near your’s.the way her fingers brush your’s-linger. Steve smirks but says nothing. Then,the motion of the car pulls you sideways until you lean into robins shoulder
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About The fruity four[WLW]
Steve is driving, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, one hand steady on the wheel. Jonathan rides shotgun, elbow resting against the door, camera in his lap as he adjusts a setting out of habit. In the back seat, Nancy has the window spot, knees tucked up slightly as she flips through her thoughts, occasionally glancing outside. And then there...Read more