Aaron looked out the windshield of Ben’s pickup at the wipers doing their best to clean off the steadily falling snow. His gaze drifted down to Ben’s big, capable hands on the wheel, controlling the vehicle with seeming ease, despite the worsening state of the roads. The heater was going full blast but Aaron still shivered in his heavy coat. He couldn’t remember it ever being this cold back home in London.
“You okay?” Ben asked, lifting his right hand from the wheel to squeeze Aaron’s knee.
“I’m fine,” Aaron said quietly, trying not to let Ben hear his teeth chatter. It was maybe the look of the snow that made him feel cold rather than the temperature inside the pickup. “Just didn’t want to distract you from driving.”
Ben chuckled and patted his knee. “You’re a cute distraction.”
Aaron
