I didn't know what to say.
Because it was a misunderstanding!
I didn't think that he was helping me fasten my seatbelt.
I gave him a pretentious smile and quickly turned to look at the scenery outside the window.
Then he held my fingertip, the warmth of his grip spread. I froze, stunned as I saw him driving with one hand and holding my fingertip with the other.
Noticing that I was looking at him, he held my hand close to his lips and kissed it. "What else do you want to eat besides sweet potatoes, chickpeas, and pasta?"
It was a rare moment, a warm, peaceful, and harmonious one. I could feel my heart pound faster, and my face and even my hand that he kissed felt warm.
I withdrew my hand and mumbled, "I'm fine with anything!" At this point, I'm willing to eat anything.
Dylan let ou
