[ it's not embarrassment — okay, no, it is. at least partly, it is: the thought of pulling over the car to kiss him, to make out with him bend over the gear shift or to get out or to climb into the backseat — it's enough to make her cheeks heat up, partly in embarrassment and partly with somehing else.
but she forces her mind away from those mental images. (she's always had a vivid imagination, an artist's blessing and curse both.) ]
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but she forces her mind away from those mental images. (she's always had a vivid imagination, an artist's blessing and curse both.) ]
That's the plan.
[ a beat. ] We're almost there, anyway.