By evening,they left for home. Layla sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights, though she wasn’t really seeing them. Her thoughts were elsewhere… spending the weekend with him.
Beside her, Elias remained silent, one hand resting near hers on the seat, not touching but close enough to feel.
After a moment, Layla shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against his. Elias didn’t hesitate this time. His hand turned, capturing hers completely—firm and warm.
Layla’s breath softened and neither of them spoke after that.
When the car finally stopped in front of the house, Layla slowly pulled her hand away.
“We’re here,” she murmured.
Elias glanced at her briefly, his gaze lingering just a second too long.
“Of course I know.”
The moment they stepped inside—
A sudden blur of
