Droplets start falling, steam gathers all around. The radio down low, some oldies but goldies station, up next: Heaven by Bryan Adams. He takes my hand, gives a cheeky wink and I know, I just know he’s going to say something cheesy, or stupid, probably both.
“Tunnel of love, baby.”
Where are we?
The car wash.
Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie darlings, wherever you are. 💘
(I sincerely hope not the car wash. Should you be, I sincerely hope there’s bubbly. For you. The one in the driver's seat can lick the windows. 😉)
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