Eleanor

Jason walks us to his car, we get in, and as he is about to start the car, I grab his hand in mine. I lace my hands with one of his hands and place it on my lap. I use my free hand to draw smoothening patterns on his hand. I feel the tension in his hand reduce the more I continue to rub my finger on the back of his palm. I didn't think it would be good to drive angry. I feel his eyes on me. I lift mine from his hand and lock eyes with him.

"You are amazing," He says, staring at me ...