Denver
The drive back home was quiet, but not in an awkward way. It wasn’t tense, just… heavy. Like there were too many thoughts between us, none of them being said out loud.
Zee sat curled up in the passenger seat, her knees pulled close, cheek resting against the window. The last bit of sunlight spilled across her face, making her skin glow warm and soft. Her fingers tapped lightly against her thigh, like she was holding back something she wanted to say.
I didn’t push. Not yet.
When we pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine but didn’t move. She glanced at me, one brow raised, waiting for me to get out first.
I didn’t.
Instead, I leaned back against the seat and said casually, “So… where do you want to spend the weekend?”
Her eyebrows shot up, a little surprise flashing
