روايات وقصص ضمن Kata Kata Di Kaca Mobil

Childlock was engaged. Creature and Critter pout in the window glass after being scolded for trying to run out. I watch their noses press and steam on the window as rain drops splatter ours. Kellan flicks the wipers on and uses his low beams to see past the starting fog. One hand steers while the other rests on my head, messaging my scalp. The drive is quiet, with Kellan stealing glances here and there while I fantasize about climbing out the window and running through the corn fields.