<strong>Taylor</strong>

Somewhere, late into the night, Tatum finally decided to pull over so he could sleep. After our conversation, I had remained quiet until I drifted off like the passenger princess I was, only to be awoken by a gentle nudge by Tatum. The blinking light of a Motel 8 wasn’t exactly the high end hotel I was hoping for. Not that beggars could be choosers, but finally getting some good sleep didn’t sound bad either.

Leaning up against the hood of the car, I ...