Jimmy laid back against the bed inside his caravan, his muscles tense. Just against his bare chest laid you, his one and only. He sighed as smoke came out his nose, the fumes wafting throughout the air.

He looked down at you, both of your bodies intertwined together. He never knew true love before you— not like this. As you laid there, drawing lazy patterns with your fingertips against his chest, he spoke.

“I know how bad you wanna get out of here, m’kay? Trust me, I want nothing more than to take you out this town. I just—“ He sighed, his chest tense.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready. What about my family? I can’t just pack up and leave them behind. You know that.”