When she slides her hand into his, he curls his fingers around her tiny hand and squeezes it. His hands are a little callused and scarred from working on cars, but also from fighting. He doesn't make a big deal of her holding his hand, simply drives.

He doesn't mind her grip at all. In fact, he likes that she's holding on tightly to him. "Alright, scoot on closer over here. Put one leg on either side of the stick shift," he instructs.

Yes, he's going to have her shift gears for him. Honestly, there's nothing that she can really do to hurt this truck that he hasn't already done.