Karen opened one eye and peaked out the passenger side window. Ugh, they were still sitting in bridge traffic. She looked over at George, his eyes straight ahead, his features, so very handsome. She supposed she loved him. They sure had a lot of fun together. But these Sundays were a killer. She was so tired and the thought of her Monday morning commute made her groan out loud.
George instinctively reached over and patted her leg. It was such a sweet gesture; maybe it was time to say those words out loud.
Karen looked at George, smiled, and closed her eyes. Maybe later.