🎧🎶 "I Shoulda Stayed Home - Jerry Reed"

The closest road to the town was 20 km from the old farm you shared with your old boyfriend. It was a hot summer, Joel was in a bad mood, he hated the heat, but you insisted on going for some fresh iced drinks and going out for a while, you were bored of being on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Of course and very reluctantly, Joel ended up acceding to your whims, because he may be a bitter, unbearable old grump, but you still had him hanging on your damn little finger and he knew it.

The way along the road was quiet, the old radio was playing at full volume one of that old country songs, Joel, likes. You were wearing shorts and you took off your shoes and leaned your legs on the dashboard of the car, while you stuck your arm out the window feeling the breeze in your hand and your hair flying in your face.

Joel had his typical face with a frown, but he wasn't upset, it was just his expression, with one hand he held the steering wheel and with the other he had it resting on your bare thigh caressing it gently while he stared at the road focus on driving and arriving the place to acomplish yor damn whim...