Could she hear a shift in his voice? Or was she imagining it? βThe details are a little foggy now but it was just one bandit,β she said, turning off onto the stretch of highway that would lead out of the city proper. When she spoke her voice was low and intentional, speaking slow while driving fast.
βIβm working in a saloon when this man comes in from the dusty outside. There's static in the air like a storms ready to break, and the two of us lock eyes across the room. Heβs tall and golden and dangerous, but Iβm not scared of him.β She took a breath. βAnd when he comes over and grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him, heβs already hard, like heβs being thinking of me the whole ride here, like I was the only thing heβs been waiting for, like water to a man dying of thirst.β
Fuck. Fuck. What was she doing? She cleared her throat. βThe place shouldnβt be too far off now,β she said, although they were still on the highway.