...car and watched with amusement as she stood on her tip-toes and struggled to reach a spot on the roof of hers. Her body pressed against the side of the car, and he idly wished it were him she was pressed up against.
Gwen grimaced. Her calves and shoulders ached from straining to reach the top of the car. There was one stubborn splotch right in the center, just out of her reach. She wasn’t quite tall enough.
But Ben was. He was considerably taller than her and had been for some time. He could have easily reached the top of the roof without having to strain at all, and yet he was just standing there with his arms crossed, watching her with a little smirk on his face.
She glowered at him, but he made no move to help her.
Why isn’t he helping me? she thought indignantly. He was supposed to be her boyfriend. Couldn’t he be chivalrous for once?
It would have been the least he could do, considering it was all his fault they were out here in the first place. She would have been perfectly happy to have her car washed at the automated car wash just a few blocks away, but no… Ben hated those things. He’d balked at the idea because he’d have to sit in the car while it went through. He’d adamantly refused, even when she’d offered to sit with him.