It's a long drive home down the 101, nearly as long as it took to drive up the 1, but not nearly as serene.
I get back into town just in time to miss the dinner that the new boy I'm dating has made for me, so I have a glass of wine instead and proceed to crazygirl out all over the place.
I missed him, I tell him, and I don't like missing people.
His response is to show me his favorite places to kiss me: here, because you're so soft; here, because of the way you curve around; here, because of the way it makes you breathe.