By the time fifth time we had passed by my house, I could feel that he was getting bored. The yawning was sufficient proof to me. Then again, it's two in the morning. Nobody in the right mind would be driving, and tripping like us.

When the sixth time came around, he pushed the breaks hard that I had a whiplash but no major damage was done just my heart trying to fall apart again.

He clicked the doors open. I wasn't itching to get out just yet. I wanted to stay longer in here minus the tension but nothing lasts forever. This night is bound to be over soon. I'm just not ready. Yet.

"You could come inside if you'd like." Before I reached for the door, I needed an answer so my arm was just extended in awkward manner.

He being him, let the moment sink in before he truly gave me an answer.

"I'd love that." He said in his thick accent.

I pushed the door open and he followed. From here, you could see the window panes had been reflecting the passing motorcycle's headlights. That wasn't enough to get him off my mind.