i am still thinking about my car ride with conner. his hair was cut. he thought i’d be late. my hands were shaking. it was like the first time all over again. i like his hands. i like his hands on the wheel. i like how 10pm feels like 12pm. i like how when i joke about taking the wheel he takes both his hands off, without a thought. i like that it’s dangerous. i like that we’re close. i like that he’s wrong, especially to think that I’d hate him.