Ethan's POV
Stella's hand rested casually on her lap, her fingers tapping to an invisible beat. She'd shift in her seat every so often, and that oversized sweater would ride up just enough to show a sliver of skin. It was like she knew exactly how to tease me without even trying.
"So," she said, breaking the silence. "What's got you so distracted tonight?"
"Just thinking," I replied, glancing at her. "About how lucky I am."
She laughed softly. "Smooth answer, but you're not fooling me."
I smirked. "Maybe I'm just trying to keep my eyes on the road instead of you."
"Nice save." She leaned back in her seat, stretching her legs in front of her. "So what are we doing once we get to your place?"
"Whatever you want," I said, my voice dropping lower. "But first, maybe we should get out of
