The ride back to my place was mostly silent. Not the good kind, not the one that felt laden with anticipation, but the one that made my chest feel tight, like I had swallowed something too big and I couldn’t quite breathe right away.
Nick kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tight. The streetlights outside flashed across his face in soft, golden streaks, highlighting the hard lines of his jaw, the set of his mouth, the flicker of something indistinct in his expression.
I didn’t know what to say.
I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin, the ghost of his touch lingering even as the moment had slipped away. It was strange how quickly things could shift from craving, to doubt, to something neither of us knew how to name.
I turned my head slightly, stealing
