Brian looked over at Destiny, one hand on the steering wheel as he maneuvered his car through the early afternoon traffic. His aviator glasses were covering up his eyelashes and his expression was serious. He was wearing a black Suns t-shirt today with camo-green cargo shorts and he looked so good all she wanted to do was stare at him, and forget everything that was bothering her, all of the crap that life had brought to her. She sighed and looked out of the window again, watching the clouds float in slow motion over the sky, even though the car was moving so fast. The contrast was intriguing, maybe even a little disturbing. She bit her lip, wringing her hands in her lap. It was funny how just a few hours could change things, or more accurately, allow reality to swoop in and burst any euphoric balloon that may have been waving around in your head. They hadn’t talked about last night all. She didn’t know if they were even supposed to be talking about last night. Was that the thing to do after having sex?
