Luca’s car screeches to a stop in front of my house. The soft hum of the car’s engine only seems to increase the tension between us.
I fear he would want to address what he’d heard me thinking of earlier. So throughout the drive, I make sure to avoid conversations. But most importantly his eyes.
The evening shadows cast a grim glow on the quiet streets, mirroring the chaos simmering inside me. Luca turns off the ignition silently.
His eyes locked on me, he analyzes every tiny detail about me. From my restless blinking to my fidgeting hands. The sound of the rain pattering against the windshield only adds to my discomfort.
He shifts in his seat, his hand instinctively reaching for mine. But at the last second, he hesitates. My mind sighs in relief.
I know that in this very moment, s
