"Do you want me to take you home now?"
My eyes snapped to his face, noticing for the first time how quiet we'd been in this car after that conversation.
I shook my head. "I'm not ready to go home yet."
He laughed. "What else could we do, Ope? We've danced, fought, had ice cream... You wanna go back to my house?" He chuckled. "We could watch a movie?"
I pondered the options, weighing the outcomes of all of them. Trampoline by Shaed came on the radio, and in my gut I knew what I wanted. "I don't know." I was quiet. "I just don't want the magic of tonight to end."
He tucked me into his arm, pulling me against his chest across the car. Nuzzling into my hair, he stroked my cheeks, and rubbed my arms. "Hey," his voice was soft against my skin. "The magic of tonight won't end,
