We went to The Hunger Games with a really big group of people, and it was about a half hour away from my house. On the way home, I fell asleep. Adam had his hand across the center console, holding mine. This might not seem like such a big deal, but it was to me.

As we were getting off the freeway, I woke up slightly, to look over and see him using his knees to steer, while he crossed over his lap with his left hand to shift gears. He didn’t move a muscle in his right arm, as to not wake me. He didn’t realize that I noticed. He changed gears like this probably five times before he pulled into my driveway. 

When we got to my driveway, I had drifted back into a light sleep. He reached across and cupped my face with his left hand and kissed me and said, “baby, we’re home.”

Instant butterflies in my stomach, and chills down my whole body. He took his seat belt off and wrapped his arms around me, and let me lay on his chest. He held me and kissed my forehead a few times until I was awake enough to go inside.

It’s the little things, ya know?