C73 I love it

Before Ben musters a reply, I am out of his laps. He shakes his head as if trying to process my words. Ben starts the car, he drives with one hand on my leg and we sing along to the radio. A frown touches my lips as we near the turn leading to my house. I poke him on the shoulder. He chuckles. I repeat it until he gives up and slows the car to a stop a few houses from mine