Fuck, if they’d somehow been able to metaphysically blend into one being at that moment, if that was possible and was somehow being put on the table as an option, she wasn’t entirely sure that she wouldn’t have agreed to it right then, in the heat of passion.
As soon as the dizziness in her whirling head had subsided long enough for her to get her bearings, she rolled back over onto her own seat and bent down to fish her jeans and underwear off of the floor of the car.
She pulled them up her legs and wriggled into them with considerably more awkward wrangling than she remembered when sliding them off.
She smiled to herself. Yeah. Just another example of how memory can be a lying little bitch.
As she struggled to get her shoes back on her feet, Connor said, “Hey, Luna?”
She turned around from her bent over position and looked at him as her fumbling fingers did their best to tie her sneakers in the dark.
“Yeah?”
He grinned. “We really do need to try this in a bed sometime.”