I felt drained and fulfilled all at once. We faced each other, her on her knees on the car seat, her dress unabashedly open, and her body unhidden, glowing in the low light.
“I don’t want to take you home, Barry.”
“That would probably rush things.”
“After this?” she laughed, “what else would we rush into?”
“Well, we’re not strangers anymore.”
“If we were dating, we’d have rushed things, but – “
“Well, can we go back to being random strangers?” I interrupted.
Her eyes were bright in the darkness of the car, her lips wet and glistening. She smiled slightly. “What do you mean?”