He asks if I’m hungry.
I ask him to drive me home.
He pulls over.
I wish he would kiss me.
But he doesn’t.
He says he loves me.
It’s just as good.
He says my name.
He says it quiet.
So quiet I barely hear him.
I say his back.
He asks if he can kiss me.
I don't say anything.
He doesn’t mind.
He just holds my hand.
He squeezes.
I squeeze back.