"So, which way?" I asked once we were settled in the car.
"Keep heading north there'll be a dirt road turn off not too far up."
My rental pony fired up sweet and the radio was still near max volume cranking out "Little Wing" by Stevie Ray Vaughn.
"Hey!" we both said in unison
"You go first" you said politely
"I was just going to say this is one of my favorite songs."
"No shit... I was going to say the same thing."
"No way!"
"Yes way." You chuckle. I was in love with your voice but your laugh made me tingle.
Putting the stang in gear we left in a swirl of dust, laying rubber as the tires caught the burning pavement. I laughed as you fastened your seat belt and I shouted over the wind
"Don't worry I'm not gonna kill you or something!" followed by an equally boisterous "WOOOO HOOOOO"
We rode silently for those few moments while Jimi made mad love with his guitar. Our arms shared the space of the arm rest, touching lightly with the slightest bump and I felt the sheer energy of your body arcing into my very center. Did you feel that too? The last strands of the song pulled us higher when it carried over to "Riviera Paradise" simply the most sensual guitar instrumental in history. The skin of my arm strained to touch yours; I shifted in my seat so I could press my arm against yours and feel that flash. You pressed back and I knew you were lost there in the ether with me riding the waves of music.
"We're close Katie you'll be taking a left just up a ways." You said hesitantly, not wanting to break whatever spell held up captive at the moment. I turned to you and met your eyes briefly but in those few seconds volumes were spoken.