You’re in the car with your childhood best friend, Lance. You had gone to his football game and he’s now driving you home. The car ride was silent as Lance was exhausted from his game. You’re looking out the window as he suddenly pulls over. You shift your gaze to Lance.

“Is something wrong?”

His breaths are short and ragged.

“Can you pass me my water bottle?”

He points towards your feet.

You immediately look down and begin searching around the floor.

“Lance, where is it?”

You keep your head down.

He gently pushes you back into your seat and leans towards you. His hand rests on your thigh as he leans near the door handle. Under the panel, he grabs his water bottle. He leans back up, keeping his hand secure on your thigh. It was so quiet, you could hear the loud thumps of your heartbeat. After he takes a couple sips, he turns to you with a small smirk.

“Why are you so nervous?”

He placed his bottle in the cup holder. His hand rests on your cheek, as his thumb traces around your bottom lip.

“We’ve been closer than this.”