He glared at me for suggesting such nonsense.
"I... couldn't sleep," I confessed, automatically swinging my hair around my shoulder to provide some measure of cover.
"Neither could I," he teased as he started his engine. I was becoming used to the quiet purr of his engine. In fact, I wasn't sure how I'd ever be able to go back to the rumbling of my own growler...
I chortled. "I guess that's right. I suppose I slept just a little bit more than you did."
He chuckled. "I'd wager you did."
"Five bucks?" I joked, referencing an earlier inside joke we had shared. "So, what did you do last night?" I demanded.
He chuckled. "Not a chance. It's my day to ask questions."
"Oh, that's right. I have a lot of trouble remembering what day it is," I admitted. "What do you want to know?" My forehead increased. I couldn't imagine anything about me that could be in any way interesting to him. I was just a middle-class almost-disabled white girl that everyone seemed to like.
"What's your favorite color?' he asked, his face grave.
I rolled my eyes. Is this what he thought people talked about in their spare time? "It changes from day to day."
"What's your favorite color today?" He was still solemn.
"Probably brown. I tend to dress according to my mood."
He snorted, dropping his serious expression. "Brown?" he asked skeptically, as though that wasn't an okay color to be my favorite color.
"Sure. Brown is warm. Brown is safe. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown—tree trunks, rocks, dirt—is all covered up with squashy green... life here. It's disgusting," I complained.
He acted as if he were fascinated by my little rant. He considered it for a moment, staring into my eyes, presumably trying to figure out more about the mystery that was moi, Bella Duck.
"You're right." he decided, serious again. "Brown is superior to green. I never really... thought about it before, but now that I do... think about it that is, I think you're right. Brown is... warm." He reached over, swiftly, but somehow hesitantly, to sweep my hair back behind my shoulder. I felt a little tingling in my lady parts, and when I moved to get out of the car, noticed that my panties were a little damp.256
256. What her panties were damp with is left to the reader's own personal imagination.