Olivia Westview
I could still taste the sweetness of the wine on my lips as we stayed there in the parking lot, the crisp breeze biting at my skin. The city’s hum surrounded us—the faint honking of distant horns, the murmur of pedestrians fading into the background—but it all felt muted, like the world had dimmed, leaving only James and me standing there in the glow of the streetlights.
He glanced at me, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the kind of smile that made my stomach twist in the best way.
Without a word, he reached for my hand, his fingers lacing mine, and led me closer to the car. The tension simmering between us all evening was now a wildfire, burning hotter with every step.
Us. A relationship, James had said.
We didn’t make it to the door before he stopp
