There was a time when I could feel the heat off of his body because we sat this close. I would watch him change gears while driving and imagine his outstretched fingers unintentionally brush my thigh. I could feel the currents of electricity deep to core of my body. I would sit in the passenger seat wishing that I was the kind of girl that would reach over to him and touch him in any way that I desired. The feelings of anticipation and yearning were so strong sitting inside that compact Honda. And now here we sit, his hand on my thigh, my hand playing with the hairs on the back of his head, comfortable in each other’s presence; just once I would like to feel the way we did before we got married.