Getting Closer

As they drove back home from the dinner party Miguel had one of his hands on Gemma's hand. It seemed like it was an absentminded gesture but Gemma loved it.

The radio was on and a reporter was talking about politics but all she could think about was him.

Gemma loved watching him drive, the way he would concentrate on the road not driving above the speed limit, and obeying the traffic laws.

"What is the essence of driving a convertible if you are going to ride in it like other cars," Gemma said to Miguel and he turned to briefly look at her.

"You want the roof gone?" He asked her.

"Yup," Gemma nodded, smiling.

 Miguel chuckled as he pressed the button that controlled the roof. Gemma inhaled deeply as the roof came off and fresh air hit her lungs. She stood up and raised her hands screaming out as the cold night breeze blew against her hair.