Danielle sighed contentedly, her fingers laced through Seth's, resting against his warm leg. The hum of the engine and the low music from the radio were the only sounds as they drove back south toward town.
The wind through the slightly cracked windows carried the scent of pine and autumn, mingling with the fading heat of their skin. Her head leaned against the window, eyes half-lidded as she watched the trees blur past in the dark.
It felt like the kind of silence she could live in.
Safe.
Seth glanced at her, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand. “You okay?” he asked softly, eyes flicking between her and the road.
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Just… tired. But like… good tired.”
A pause. Then, a gentle squeeze of her hand. “I love you too, you know.
