Passenger Princess

by Morgan Elizabeth

to bet on themselves, take a chance on themselves,

and do one thing that scares them every day. Shoulders back, tits out, bitch. You were born for great things.

“Funny thing is, unlike you, I’m exactly like other girls, and I’m grateful for that. I love being relatable and approachable. I like

pink frilly things, bows, and makeup. I love getting my fancy coffees, reading my silly little romance books, and listening to the same music as other girls because it’s fun. The only difference between me and other girls, like, say, you, is I don’t judge people for what they do or do not like. I just let them live their best lives and cheer them on.”

I know God has to be a woman because no man has a sense of humor this good.

“Don’t fall in love with me, big guy, okay?” I ask, reaching up and patting his cheek. His jaw goes tight. “I promise that won’t be a problem.” “Is that a challenge?” For the first time, he smiles back. From here, I see one dent in his cheek. A dimple. “Do your worst, Princess.”

“If there’s one thing I love, it’s a challenge. Literally won an entire pageant just to see if I could. But you? You might become my favorite challenge yet.” I almost don’t hear him mumble under his breath as I walk out “And you might just be mine.”

Everything this woman does rubs me in a way that makes me want to simultaneously strangle her and drag her into a room to fuck her until she can't argue with me anymore. I have no fucking clue why, with everything she does or says, I feel the need to push back and give her a hard time. It's like I want her to pull out that sass, to flirt with me and make my dick hard.

"The only real way to travel," I say with a smile.

staring out the windshield away from him. “God, who hurt you?” I say under my breath. “What?” “Clearly, some woman hurt you, and you’re taking it out on me. Did she like to do her nails and wear makeup? Was she a girly girl who broke your heart or something?”

But something tells me that even though she’s all pink princess energy, she’s a rottweiler when she wants something.

“They clearly don’t know you at all. Because they’d know how stubborn you are,” he says with a tip of his lips, and I smile too. Then, his hand moves from Peach’s head to squeeze my knee. Even through my thick sweats, I can feel it like a burn, his hand on my body. “And because if they knew you, they wouldn’t be trying to change you, Ava. You’re perfect the way you are.”

“Because have you met men these days? I barely trust them to take me to dinner, much less choke me while they fuck me.”

"No, sweetheart. If you were mine, I'd take you everywhere. Anywhere. Show you off any chance I got. A woman like you, you don't tell her what to do, what to wear. You let her do it, then prepare to watch her ass as she moves, stay alert while she lives her life, ensuring no harm comes to her. You make it so she never has to realize there's a world outside of her bubble that isn't sunshine and rainbows."

My knees bend a bit, and my free hand moves under Ava's ass before I stand up straight, lifting her off the ground and moving toward the wall behind her. Instantly, her legs wrap around my waist on instinct, as if even her body knows this is how it's supposed to be.

"This is how it works, Ava. I kiss you. Every time, I kiss you, and I do it in a way that you can never forget what it's like to be kissed by a man wholly and completely obsessed with you."

Yes, I like you, Ava. I more than like you—I'm fucking obsessed with you, and I can't seem to do a single thing without you on my mind.

“I deserve a man who, when he looks at me, when he says he wants me, he means it. He knows it to his bones. I deserve a man who is decisive. I don’t deserve this whiplash you’ve been giving me. I don’t deserve someone who kisses me like he's going to change

my life, then ignores me and treats me like any old job. I deserve the world, and if you're not willing to give it to me, I need to know now."

A paragraph is underlined, a detailed description of a woman being fucked against a wall, the man's hand around her neck constricting to reduce blood flow. And in the margins, a single scribbled word: tonight.

"You said you've never tried the stuff in your books because you'd never trust a man to choke you. Think I've proven myself pretty trustworthy."

I'm not ignorant of the types of books Ava reads. Some quick research and flipping through a few of them told me everything I needed to know, and that is that some of Ava's books are absolutely filthy.

"That's right. You can read whatever filthy books you want, Ava, but know it's always me who's going to make you come. Now, are you going to be a good girl and come for me while I drive?"

"Ava, I would move in with you tomorrow if it wasn't too much or too fast for you. We've spent three months at each other's side, every waking moment together. The thought of not having that when we get back makes me sick, though I'm willing to take this at your pace. So yeah, there will be a second date. And a third date. If I get my way, a one-hundredth date. A take-my-last-name-and-put-a-ring-on-your-finger, date down the line if I'm really lucky."

"You said you love the idea of falling in love. I don't, Ava. I love being in love with you, and I love the idea of you getting your happily ever after every damn day. I love the idea of spending forever making sure you're treated like a queen and that you have everything you want in life. That you'll always have someone at your side cheering you on and watching your ass while you do it."