“Stop here!” she backhand slapped me on my shoulder.
She’s strong and it stung. I slowed and looked for a wide spot on the side of the road. “Okay, okay!” I smiled at her.
When she got out so I could take a picture, it came to me. Even without the tatts, I loved her for all the color she brought to my life. And I didn’t care if the road we were on took us anywhere special… cause when I’m with her… every place is.