Naked in the Rain

Lana reached across the console and placed her hand on Jess’s thigh. The warmth of his skin radiated through his jeans, and she found herself imagining the absence fabric and impediments like bucket seats and destinations. The windshield wipers hypnotized her as they swiped the rain back and forth, rivulets collected on the far sides…

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