Narine’s pov
The car ride had been calm.
Strangely calming, even.
The silence between us wasn’t suffocating like I feared it might be.
It was… soothing.
Maybe it was the candy. Maybe it was the gentle hum of the engine or the way the trees outside blurred into greens and golds. Still, his presence was too close. It pressed against the edges of my comfort zone. I didn’t like how aware I was of him, of every breath he took, and how the heat of his arm seemed to radiate into my side even though we weren’t touching.
But I stayed still. I endured. I focused on the little things, the rustle of the wrapper in my hand, the cool sweetness of the chocolate against my tongue, and the passing colors.
I’ve ridden in vehicles before, buses mostly, back when I went to school with Levon. Old, rat
