We've been on the bus for hours; the sun is long past set and many are sleeping, their heads against windows, their mouths open and breaths loud against the soft buzz of wheels hitting road. I remain awake in the darkness, examine faces, count headlights, rub my arms in a weak defense against the cold.
"You're still up?" The voice startles me; my heart pounds solidly against my chest before retreating into its cage.
"Yeah," I manage, groan playfully. "Sucks."
"Me too," says someone else, out of my sight.
"What?"
Soon we have a group, face each other through the aisle, grateful to have relief from the stillness that had plagued us.
"We should play truth or dare," someone suggests. The girls giggle devilishly in response; the boys feign disinterest.
Tongues in throats, fingers in mouths, shirts off, hands roaming.
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