"Raphael, don't you find it troublesome to drive with one hand? Is it uncomfortable? You can let go of my hand now."
"I have no trouble at all," Raphael shook his head, skillfully rolling the steering wheel as the road turned. "But if you want me to let go of your hand, I will."
"Yes, I'd like to use my hand."
"Alright."
Pressing a final kiss onto his hand before slowly releasing it, Ezra then raised both of his hands and gazed at his palm that this man had just held. The warmth still lingered, and his hands were no longer trembling like before.
"What's on your mind?"
Raphael carefully asked, glancing at the way Ezra was silently staring at his own hands. Even though he was looking straight ahead on the road, he still managed to steal a glance to check on him.
"I was thinking... my hands are no longer cold and trembling."
"Yeah, haha. If you are feeling cold and want me to warm you up, you can come to me anytime. I won't refuse."
