Blue Matthew’s Point of View
The engine hummed softly beneath my fingers as I steered the car down the long provincial road, the morning sun stretching gold across the fields. The breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the faint scent of pine and something that felt like freedom.
But honestly?
None of that mattered compared to the girl beside me.
Aria sat in the passenger seat, head leaning gently against the window, hair dancing with the wind, her eyes half-closed as if savoring every moment of the ride. And every now and then… I caught her smiling.
Tiny, soft smiles that made something inside my chest feel too big.
I couldn’t help glancing at her.
Every.
Ten.
Seconds.
She didn’t notice.
Or maybe she did and just pretended not to—something she was very good at
