“I missed you too, you know,” he finally said, breaking the silence. I looked over at him. His eyes were still trained on the road. I guess wanting to smell his cologne probably was confession enough on my side. I slid my hand onto the center console. I wasn’t sure what I was reaching for. A peace offering? Was I just desperate for physical comfort in the form of his hand? Or was it more? He slid his hand into mine. I stared down at his hand. It wasn’t mine to hold. And yet…I didn’t want to let go.
