He Is Home

The drive back home is quiet.

I feel the lump in my throat, my mouth dry. It makes my tongue stick to the top of my mouth and I don’t even know how to start this conversation.

Ryker has one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, and I can see the way his fingers flex every so often. I want to reach for his hand, place it on my lap and caress his skin.

But I don’t know what he needs f