Summer’s Pov
The drive home was different from the morning.
Not awkward, not heavy, just quiet in a way that actually felt okay. Every few minutes I'd glance over at Crew and he'd already be looking at me, and he'd smile, small and unbothered, and look back at the road. It was the kind of quiet that didn't need filling. I hadn't known Crew and I were capable of that until right now.
When we got home he carried half my shopping bags inside without being asked, which I didn't comment on because I knew if I made it into a thing he'd make it into a thing too.
I went upstairs, put everything away, and then stood in my room for a moment thinking about the look on his face in that parking garage. The way he'd gone completely still after Brianna walked away, like something had been knocked loo
