POV: Aria
“Feet down if you’re gonna make me nervous,” Dominic says, eyes flicking to my bare toes on the dash.
I grin, wiggle them once and leave them right where they are. “You love it.”
He huffs a laugh, the sound soft under the low thrum of my playlist.
Dominic drove with one hand on the wheel while the other found my thigh, warm through my jeans, thumb resting easy like it has nowhere else to go.
We’ve been driving for hours and I haven’t once checked my phone. No emails or texts. Just the road unwinding along the coast, cold gas station coffee in the cup holder, and the kind of quiet that feels earned.
I tip my head back against the seat. “This was a good idea.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I didn’t overthink it. That’s the surprise.”
He squeezes my leg once and doesn't say any
