It was the way that his arm would hold me tighter with every bump that occurred in the road. How he rested his head on my own while I snuggled my face to his neck. The way he sensed when I would sneak glaces up at him and cast his eyes on me. The feel of his stubble on my nose and lips, hand latched around my hip. The way his body adapted and moved with my own. How his arms wrapped around my body securely. The slightest twitch of his fingers on my tummy that I returned with a small squeeze of my own. The way his breathe tickled my neck at a point of sensitive vulnerability. The way he shifted closer to the spot, pulled away and settled right back in. His silence through the ride, no distraction from the physical actions. His quite way of just keeping my presence.

J.s