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“Paige, stop,” he whispered, slowly running his hands up the front of her body.
“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop.”
“I have no idea what time it is, it could be two in the afternoon for all we know. We gotta get going,” he said, but there was little force in his words as he traced his fingers across her breasts.
“That feels good,” she moaned, stretching her arms above her head and running her fingers through his hair.
“You win, we don’t have to get up. Scoot over, I’ll show you -”
A loud banging on the window behind his head stopped him. He jerked his head up, trying to see out the window, but the sun was too bright to make anything out.
“What was that!?” Paige exclaimed, starting to sit up. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her back down on top of him.
“A person, and unless you want to give them a show, stay down,” he laughed, and then twisted around so he could look behind them. A man with a frown was pointing at the window. Parker gestured for the guy to just open the door and he did so.
“What the hell are you two doing out here!? They're tearin’ this whole place down! Get the hell out of my field, you goddamn perverts!” he yelled. Paige pulled the blanket over her head, snickering and snorting.
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re going. We didn’t mean to fall asleep, there were still people here when we got in the car,” Parker offered as an explanation. The guy spit some chew on the ground.
“Like hell you were just sleeping. Get yer perverted asses out of my field,” he repeated himself, and then slammed the door. Parker groaned and dropped his head back against the window. Paige’s laughter erupted from underneath the blanket.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, he's talking about you, pervert,” Parker laughed as well, shoving her head. She finally peeked out from under the blanket.
“I’m not a pervert, I just have a healthy sexual appetite. And unlike some people, I’m not scared to act on it wherever the mood strikes me,” she taunted. He laughed some more and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Oh! Oh, okay, not scared, huh? Well, gee, Paige, that’s pretty sexy, I’m gettin’ all turned on here, let’s ‘act’ on it!” he teased, pulling her up while scooting himself down. She struggled to keep her grip on the blanket.
“Parker, stop it!” she ordered as he wrestled with her.
“No way, I’m just acting on my ‘sexual appetite’, let’s ‘do it’!” he teased her. She dug her elbow into his stomach.
“Very cute, very funny. Let me go,” she hissed. He shook his head and used one arm to start tugging on the blanket.
“C’mon. I bet he’s still out there, you know how you love to put on a show,” he told her. This time she elbowed him hard enough to make him lose his breath.
“Who’s laughing now, bitch?” she cackled, sitting up and taking the blanket with her.
“You’rethe bitch,” was all he managed to wheeze out, groping around on the floor for his pants.
*
AFTER THEY'D GOTTENdressed, they drove out of the field. Paige leaned halfway out the window and blew a kiss to the angry farmer, who had indeed been standing watch over their car. Parker laughed and grabbed her by her shorts, yanking her back inside.
They drove straight through to a national park in Utah. Parker couldn’t remember being anywhere so beautiful before, it was like being on another planet sometimes. They bought a tent and camped out one night, but Paige proved to not be a very good camper. He got them a motel when they got to Moab. They spent the next couple days there, checking out Arches National Park. From there, they hooked west, connecting to I-15.
Things grew quiet between them after that – I-15 was a straight shot to Vegas. Parker drove slower than normal, wanting to take his time, as if driving slower would somehow slow down time. July fourth had been their cut off date, and it was already June twenty-sixth. And Paige hadn’t made any declarations of love. If anything, she was making more comments about things she would need to get ready for being on the road.
He wanted to tear his hair out. He wanted to tie her up and lock her in his trunk. He knew they were good together, but he also couldn't even begin to figure out how to chip away at her issues. A childhood spent under one man's thumb had apparently made it impossible foranyman to get close to her.
It made him angry, which in turn made him shorter with her, which of course made the lovelier aspects of her personality come out. That first month they'd traveled together, and the entire time they'd stayed in Galveston, they'd gotten along fine for the most part. Now, she'd remark that she'd need to get rid of some of her new clothes if she wanted to fit everything in her old backpack, and Parker would wind up storming off, slamming a door behind him and chain smoking almost an entire pack of cigarettes.
She’s going to give me cancer.
She wasn’t a peach to deal with, either. It was clear their imminent separation wasn’t making her feel any better. She got upset easily – twice he had to drag her out of places before she got into fights. Her sarcasm and smart ass comments were back in full force, and most of them were directed at him.
Things weren’t all bad, though. As mean and grumpy as she could get during the day, she could get even softer and sweeter at night. It was like she was trying to take care of him. Show him with her body what she couldn’t, or wouldn’t ,show him with her mind and heart.
They went to the movies, ate foods they'd both never tried before; he got her a Mormon bible – “you could definitely use some religion” – and to replace his “silly” pink hoodie, she bought him a new one, something expensive with a big brand's logo blazing across it. He told her there was no chance he would ever wear it. By the time they reached St. George, Utah, she was threatening to burn the pink hoodie.
