The drive was short and sweet, and he hadn’t let go of my hand since we got in the truck.

“Drive-thru?”. He asked.

I shrugged. “Do we have time to eat inside?”

“We’ve always got time babe”. He brought my hand to his lips placing a kiss on my knuckles.

I liked the touchy-feely, the closeness we shared. It had been a while since we had spent any real time together. Sure, we lived in the same house and shared the same bed, but to spend real time together without anyone else ...