SIXTEEN （B）: Taryn

SIXTEEN (B)

TARYN

Merging onto US-287, entering Colorado

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The windshield wipers have served as the only sound between us for the past several miles, and I’m in desperate need of conversation.

I don’t want the feelings from our last one to linger any longer.

“Do you think Cameron would be willing to reconsider the marriage pact thing with me?”

James doesn’t answer me.

“James?” I ask. “Did you hear what I said?”

He says nothing and pulls the car into the emergency lane.

Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he cups my face in his hands and pulls me close, kissing me until I’m breathless.

Staring into my eyes, he gently bites my bottom lip. "Can we add a new rule that involves not talking about anyone besides me and you for the rest of this drive?"

I nod, completely speechless.

“Good.” He kisses me again, even harder as if to drive home the point, and then he entwines his hand in mine before pulling onto the road.