The drive back home
The way he looked at me in the car – glancing over every so often, then sinking lower in his seat, looking up at me with those eyes. Smiling slowly. Present. Intense.
I felt happy, blushing, a little hypnotized.
He held my hand while driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tracing slow circles on my left leg.
The whole world stood still.
The energy between us filled the air.
No words – just feeling, just sensation.
Slow. Sensual.
I touched him lightly with my fingertips, feeling a tingling rush.
He touched my leg, our fingers finding each other, intertwining.
The kisses – where I looked at him with that knowing, seductive gaze – I was in control.
The drive home was the best part of the night.
We were fully in touch, in our bodies, in that current of Eros.
Tingling hands. Entwined fingers.
Then, he lowered the seats and we turned toward each other, smiling.
There was a divider between us, but it felt like we were curled up together – almost cuddling under the stars.
It was dreamlike, floating… slow… sensual.
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