Elijah gave the hand a startled look, but once he had the car started and in gear, he took it. He had to let go a couple of times to shift gears, but he always returned back to the warmth of Ric's hand.

This wasn't anything he knew how to explain, either. Oh, the tension he understood, sexual and otherwise, but the softer intimacy, the hands and touches and soft kisses that held the promise of something more they weren't openly acknowledging...that he hadn't expected. Wasn't used to.

Or hadn't been used to for a very long time.

He let go to downshift and park the car, then reached to squeeze Ric's hand gently. "We're here."