Miles

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat as the nighttime descends around the moving vehicle. The truck rides alone, two headlights shining their way home against a rapidly dimming sky. The smell of flavored cigar smoke entrances her senses and lulls her into a state of almost-sleep, and so she moves ever so slightly again. She promised herself she would stay awake for the trip home, and not leave her companion awake by himself. She felt after all he had done, sleeping would be a poor thank you.
Her hand slipped across her side of the cab as she curled her fingers around his. Her body was oddly pulled to his, a magnet to his smooth skin. She laid her head into his shoulder and exhaled. His thumb lovingly stroked her index finger as their hands entwined and the feeling was so blissful it was almost intoxicating.
Her neck stretched into his arm for one more moment and then she straightened up. As she nestled into a position that was the most comfortable she allowed herself to think of when they first met.
They had each been different people then, and she briefly wondered when it was that they had become connecting puzzle pieces.