Snuggled in a blanket, you rested your head against the window — watching as the trees whizzed by. It was quite early in the morning, and everything felt quite blurry.

But you were brought to your senses the moment his hand moved to your thigh — the other gripping the wheel.

“Mornin’ bug.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the road, “How’d you sleep?”