Picky, Picky

A young couple escapes into the woods to make love.

Photo by Laura Chouette on Unsplash

We held hands as I drove down that country road my parents warned us about. They said, “Only bad kids went back there,” like that was going to be some deterrent from sin and calamity. Her soft hand was in mine, right where it belonged.

I watched when she released it to dig in my pocket for my pack of smokes. She traced …