Standing behind her, she could feel his hard chest muscles that gently rested on her back, his arms that were around hers were sturdy and strong.
"Which one?" He whispers the question into her neck, causing her to tilt her head in an effort to hide her neck from him. If only it was possible.
"Th_ That one." She could not move either of her hands, so she gestures with her head and eyes. "Which one?" He asks again, and she felt her knees tremble at that moment, and she fought to stand in position.
"The red car," She says... "What red car, White?" he croons, and lords! This was worse than torture. How could he tease her like this? "The red car with the green flag on the bonnet, the one with the windows down, or the red truck? Which one is it?"
