" He huffed. I twisted to the left, leaned over him, and reached around his body.

“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed.

“I’m hugging you goodbye,” I said.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m putting your seatbelt
on.”

I pulled the belt across his chest and wrestled it into the buckle. Then I sat back and fastened
mine.

“Seat belts save lives,” I said, annoyed. "

― Wynne Channing , What Kills Me (What Kills Me, #1)