It won’t kill you to share something for once.” “Don’t bet on it.” Gwen muttered. “There weren’t any rooms with single beds in them. Ben poked his head into the room and saw, with dismay, that she was right. Max, in the room next door, poked his head out and looked at the two of them. Gwen was the who opened to door and was the first to discover the problem first. Things went from bad to worse for them when they arrived at room 7. If he went Heatblast during the night and cooked his cousin then he wouldn’t be to blame. Now he had to share one with his geeky cousin. He had been looking forward to a comfortable hotel room all of his own. Surely you can survive another night.” “Don’t bet on it.” Ben muttered under his breath. “For goodness sake you two, you’ve been sleeping in the same room for weeks. “We have a tight budget, you two are sharing a room.” “GRANDPA!!!” Both kids yelled in unison with twin tones of shock and disapointment. He didn’t like the way that the events were playing out. “You’re in room 7.” “Uh, grandpa, where’s my key?” Ben asked. Gwen snatched it up before Ben could even blink.
He stepped into the Winnebago and tossed a room key onto the table. Why do you think I like camping outside? It’s the only quiet I get.” “Why do you think I like you camping outside? It’s the only peace that I get.” “That’s enough you two.” Max’s voice interrupted the two of them. “Bliss.” “Me snore? You’re the one that goes off like a chainsaw every night.” Ben snapped right back. “A night without your snoring.” Gwen said with a dreamy smile on her face. Ben and Gwen sat at the table of the vehicle waiting for Grandpa Max to return. This was quite the treat for them, to be staying in a motel instead of the back of the Winnebago. It would be so easy to sneak up behind her and push her down… He imagined pinning her down on the hood and having his way with her until she was screaming his name in ecstasy. She practically draped herself over the hood of her car, then gave him a provocative smile. After the windshield was done, she started on the hood. He was positive she was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him. She gave him an innocent look, then went back to working on the windshield. In fact, she was now intent upon cleaning some tree sap off the windshield, rubbing the sponge in firm, circular motions.
Or at least she was doing a really good job of pretending. She didn’t seem to be having any difficulty. Unfortunately, he was finding it really difficult to concentrate at the moment because he was so turned on by the way she’d been teasing him for the last twenty minutes. He wanted to finish washing his car as soon as possible so they could spend some quality time together. Ben was always in favor of doing a “good enough” job rather than achieving perfection.