Feeling serene.

The car hummed, a quiet comfort against the city’s rumble. A touch of fingertips to the sleeve, casual, effortless. Slight turn of the head, just as you expected. A blush dusted the tips of her lips—a smile, perhaps? Or simply acknowledgement. The knit brushed your skin as she shifted closer, ankles almost touching. A shiver traced its way down your spine, a delicious warmth against the cool air outside. Perfect.