I slid across the seat and cuddled up next to him. He took his hand off the shifter and put his arm around me for a bit.
"You look beautiful," he said, keeping his eyes on the road, "Like a lemon cupcake just waiting to be eaten up. Smell like one too."
I giggled, "That's kinda the point."
"Was that for me?" he asked, meaning the way I'd dressed.
"Yeah, kinda. I wanted to look nice for you. Dinner was for everyone. I want Mom to be happy too."
He squeezed me before taking his arm from around me and I sat back up so I wouldn't interfere with his driving, but I stayed close. I noticed then that we weren't going into town by the usual road. In fact, we were going to opposite way. He must have realized I'd noticed as he explained, "We're going to the other side of town. The little video s
