"It's dangerous, you know. Love."
Vladimir rought the car to a stop.
"I believe we lost them." The elderly man wiped his brow, and smiled. Mrs. Schooss simply sat in her seat, silently relieved.
The two adults looked behind them. Mrs. Schooss almost burst out laughing, and Vladimir cried, "Ms. Ashley!"
Ashley didn't respond to her name being called. She only focused on the boy she was currently on top of: Rafael. The only thing keeping her from crashing on top of the guy were her two arms on either side of his body. The pink blush was almost unnoticable to anyone, except for Rafael, who was only three inches away from her face.
Ashley quickly got off, almost as fast as she had been throw onto him. She mentally cursed Vladimir's reckless driving, and her light weight.
But she had to admit to herself: the sensation of being near him wasn't too bad. She was always with him during
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