i'll be riding shotgun

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driving through the late hours and darkness of the setting, you and george were finally returning home after a long weekend getaway in scotland. a few members of your family lived there and you'd longed to see them after so long.
george had one hand on the wheel and one hand in yours, both placed on your lap. your position had been like this for the past three hours and it wasn't becoming uncomfortable in the slightest - you felt so loved.

"fancy a greggs?"

your love looked to you, then towards the sign that said the next service station was two miles away.

"always!"

he smiled to you, kissing your hand soon after.

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