We travel for about half an hour, talking along the way. It feels completely natural, there are no awkward moments or uncomfortable silences. I wonder if it's because we have been working together for so long already.
Somewhere along the drive, he leans over and takes hold of my hand. I feel the tiny sparkles and it sends a little shiver to my core.
I am completely unprepared for how I feel in the car with him. I am surrounded by him here. There is
no escaping him. I am overwhelmed by how much I like him. His wicked sense of humour, the tingles from his touch, the intoxicating smell of his aftershave.
"What aftershave do you wear?" I decide to ask. "I've never smelt anything like it before".
"I'm not wearing any", he smiles at me. "I don't tend to wear it". I scrunch my eyebrows u
