He asks if I’m hungry.

I ask him to drive me home.

He pulls over.

I wish he would kiss me.

But he doesn’t.

He says he loves me.

It’s just as good.

He says my name.

He says it quiet.

So quiet I barely hear him.

I say his back.

He asks if he can kiss me.

I don't say anything.

He doesn’t mind.

He just holds my hand.

He squeezes.

I squeeze back.