She could see his icey eyes looking at her,

reflected through the rear-view mirror.

He was livid,

although the proximity of her lips would always draw him near.

She swallowed, warding off the tears,

she could see it in his eyes.

He didn't see the truck that came as they drove,

and all she did was smile.

He watched the curve of her mouth, eyes softening to disbelief.

"Hit me," she mouthed, and closed her eyes.