You were sat in the passenger seat of Simons car, looking out the window with your legs curled up.

Simon had one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand rested on your thigh in a soft grasp.

The car drove into a tunnel, the darkness immediately overtaking the interior of the car as the light of the moon left. His thumb rubbed over your leg as his hold tightened for a moment before he let go to put his other hand on the wheel.