The red light gave us thirty seconds. He clearly had other plans.
The music fades into the background as the car comes to a stop. You keep looking out the window, pretending not to notice him.
His hand finds your thigh first. It rests there for a moment before slowly sliding a little higher, his thumb tracing lazy circles through the fabric. His other hand settles at your waist, gently pulling you close enough to feel the warmth of him beside you.
You try to hide your smile.
He tilts your chin toward him with the lightest touch, closing the distance until his lips meet yours in a slow, lingering kiss. One kiss turns into another, deeper this time, unhurried. Your fingers find the front of his shirt, holding onto him as his thumb continues its slow, teasing circles.
A horn breaks the silence.
The light has turned green.
He steals one last kiss before pulling away, a faint smirk on his lips as his hand slips back to the steering wheel, leaving yours still resting where he pulled you close.
The music fades into the background as the car comes to a stop. You keep looking out the window, pretending not to notice him.
His hand finds your thigh first. It rests there for a moment before slowly sliding a little higher, his thumb tracing lazy circles through the fabric. His other hand settles at your waist, gently pulling you close enough to feel the warmth of him beside you.
You try to hide your smile.
He tilts your chin toward him with the lightest touch, closing the distance until his lips meet yours in a slow, lingering kiss. One kiss turns into another, deeper this time, unhurried. Your fingers find the front of his shirt, holding onto him as his thumb continues its slow, teasing circles.
A horn breaks the silence.
The light has turned green.
He steals one last kiss before pulling away, a faint smirk on his lips as his hand slips back to the steering wheel, leaving yours still resting where he pulled you close.
lights on the way home. 
