Alan
The drive home was silent, but the quiet was different this time.
It wasn’t filled with restraint or the near-misses of the office. It was softer, heavier in the right way...an intimacy that only existed between Cyril and me when the world wasn’t watching.
My hand rested lightly on the wheel, but I found myself stealing glances at her more than I should. She sat beside me, upright and composed, but the subtle tension in her posture told me she was aware of the unspoken pull between us.
I felt it too, the need to bridge the distance, to finally let the heat of the day dissipate in our own space.
I tried to focus on the road, on the mundane aspects of driving, but I couldn’t ignore the small gestures that spoke louder than words, the way her fingers twitched as she rested her han
