*Virginia*
The morning sun streams through the car windows, warming my skin as I settle into the passenger seat of Caleb’s car. I stretch and let out a contented sigh, finally this whole wedding thing is over and we can go home. Caleb is fiddling with the radio, his fingers dancing over the buttons like he’s trying to find the perfect soundtrack for our drive back to Charleston.
“Alright, so what’s the verdict? Top 40 pop or early 2000s throwbacks?” he asks, glancing over at me with that signature mischievous grin.
“Let’s go with throwbacks! I’m feeling nostalgic,” I reply, trying to suppress a giggle. “Plus, I want to see if you can actually remember the lyrics.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re on. Prepare to be amazed by my lyrical genius.” He punches the button for a classic pop a
