Passengers
There's already hesitation in your eyes as the car begin to slow down. I can feel it, your hand squeezing mine, the other on the steering wheel. Just a light clamp of pressure like that from familiar skin can say in seconds what hours of conversation may still dance around. I want to tell you that we don't have to do anything. We can turn around and go back to our separate beds and sleep next to who we're spending our lives with. The ones who see us every single day, even though we've become...
Cheating