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comes crashing back: the bar, the fight, flying down the road on the back of Flint's bike with my arms wrapped around his waist...the same way his arms are wrapped around me.
    Flint himself factors heavily into my waking revelation of the circumstances. Clearly, that is who’s holding onto me now.
    Worst of all, I can feel something butting up against the crevice between my legs, something enormous and rigid. For all of a split second, I am unable to identify what it is. Then my face heats, far beyond any regular blush, when I realize what it is. It's Flint; all Flint. After a few seconds, I remember to breathe, short and shallow. I try to keep my body from wriggling too much to escape. What happens if he wakes up and finds us in this compromising position? In a half-awake state, would he pick up where he left off last night? Would I be resistant to the idea if he did?
    It's hard to feel completely violated when he's clearly grabbed onto me unintentionally in the night. Not only that, but the feeling of Flint's member resting stiff between my legs is stoking my own arousal. I'm sure I'm blushing deeply by this point just considering it, but I'm the only one conscious at the moment, so I don't mind. I realize there is quite a lot about this situation I don't mind, in fact. He assured me we would part ways this morning. Should I try for a goodbye that's a bit steamier? Do I have it in me to be the one to make the first move?
    Flint settles my indecision for me. He grumbles in his sleep and turns over onto his stomach, snaking his left arm out from underneath me. I find myself still pinned beneath the dead weight of his right arm, in a decidedly less sexy position. I glower at the ceiling. So much for my plans of seducing him awake.
    I slip out from underneath his arm and tread softly into the bathroom. After a quick morning shower, I dry my hair with the hand towel and scrub my face clean over the sink. When I glance up to observe myself in the mirror this time, I decide that I like what I see. Flint was right to drag me up off the floor; despite feeling as if I would never fall asleep with him so close, I obviously did manage it, and my face today looks better for it. I look less drawn than the day previous, and my ivory skin glows with revitalized health. The bags beneath my pale blue eyes have all but disappeared.
    I walk back out into the bedroom to find Flint already up and dressing. Despite my best efforts, my eyes stray to the front of his pants, but I see no evidence of the erection I had caused this morning. Either it's gone completely, or he has ways of disguising it. I'm not a man, so I have no idea what he could have done to conceal it from me now...especially when it felt so enormous to begin with.
    "Guess this is where we part ways," I offer. Flint straightens from lacing his boots, eyeing me as he throws his bike's saddlebag over his shoulders.
    "Guess so."
    I want to say more. There is so much I want to ask him. Even if he doesn't readily provide me with answers, having someone to speak minimally to is still better than traveling. I wonder if there is a way I can possibly convince him to let me go with him.
    "You know," I begin my scheme as we walk outside together. "It said on the bedside pamphlet that we're provided with a free breakfast. We may as well take advantage of it. Don't you think?"
    I can tell that he is eager to be off. I look up at him, watching as he glances off down the highway, almost wistfully. It's a deep, surprising look to behold. I wonder if he feels the pull of the open road, if it calls to him. The rain from last night has washed the world clean, and the smells that greet us this morning are extraordinary. I pause beside him and breath in deeply, enjoying the assault on my senses: the perfume of the green fir trees that line the property, the civilized smell of wet pavement. For the first time since embarking on my new life, I feel peaceful and exhilarated all at once. I feel more like