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I got in Harry's car, "okay, where are we going?"

"Up to the cities and we're going to a Mongolian grill, babe," He smiled so hard it looked like it hurt.

We lived in a boring place. Nothing around except fields that would have crops in it but it's freezing. So it's just miles and miles of flat land.

He reached for my hand and I interlocked my fingers with his. His hands were always cold even though he had his car heat on 90. I get really hot but when he turns it down for me, he gets cold so he always turns it back up.

"Wanna stop for coffee, Harmony."

"No, it's okay."

His car radio didn't work so we just listened to the car go over the bumps in the road. Sometimes when a big truck passed us you could hear the wind from it.

He let go of my hand to hold onto the steering wheel, "Sorry, I get really nervous driving with all this traffic when the road is icy."

I looked at him. His eyes were locked on the road and his hands were gripping the wheel, "It's okay."

"I, uh," he looked at his nails, "I cut my nails this morning so they're really short and I don't think you would be able to feel me scratch your back through your sweatshirt," he glanced at me, "I know I don't have to scratch your back but you've told me you like it so I was just saying."

"Harry, its okay," I slightly smiles while looking at my fingers in my lap, "You're so good."

"At...sex?"

"Sure but, like, you're a such a good person and boyfriend and I'm so lucky to have you."

"Hell yeah you are," he put his hand on my knee.

"Do you think about me? Like when I'm not with you?"

He scoffed, "Yes, harm. All the time. I wonder what you're doing all the time. I want to talk with you all the time."

"Okay, I think about you too."

He looked over and smiled at me. Since his eyes were off the road he started to slide over on to the side of the road and mumbled, "Shit."

"Better keep your eyes forward, son."

"You're right. That could have been fatal."

I laughed.

"I love you."

"I love you too."