-Raya-
The engine purred softly beneath us as Alec pulled out of the lot, the orange glow of the streetlights sliding across the windshield like slow-moving shadows.
Neither of us spoke.
The car was filled only with the low hum of the radio, turned down so low it was more of a texture than a sound. My hands rested in my lap, my fingers idly playing with the hem of the hoodie—his hoodie. The same one that still smelled faintly of clean detergent and whatever cologne he always wore, something sharp but soft. Familiar, now.
I glanced out the window, expecting the familiar turn toward the main road that led to his house.
But it never came.
Instead, Alec kept driving, veering off into a different direction entirely. It wasn’t anything drastic—we were still in the same area—but the path wa
