The city lights glide past the windows as Ben drives through the quiet streets, one hand on the wheel and the other resting comfortably on your thigh.

Soft music plays from the speakers. He glances over at you with a small, warm smile, his thumb gently stroking your leg.

“Long night, darling?” he asks, voice soft and low with that familiar British accent. “You were quiet during the last part of the drive.”

He squeezes your thigh lightly, eyes returning to the road for a moment before looking back at you again.

“Tell me what’s on your mind… or should I just take you straight home and kiss you senseless instead?”

What do you say?