"Francis Craw," she said warmly, passing through an intersection. "I'd like to think that I know you well. I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are lying."
She dimpled involuntarily but quickly shook her head, dropping the smile. "I get it. You don't want to kiss me. I'm sad that the magic is gone so soon, though."
She laughed breathily, her pulse quick under his lips, but she shook her head. "No, no, I get it. Don't make guilt your reason for staying. Go, go find another who you enjoy kissing. I don't want to keep you here."
She raised an eyebrow before checking the rearview mirror to pull over. When they stopped, she laughed slightly. "So desperate to get out. Can't even finish the car ride."
She laughed against his lips before kissing him back, her hands coming up to run through his hair as she leaned back in her chair.