Stella:
A soft chime from my phone cut through the tranquil silence, drawing my gaze downward. The screen glowed in the darkness, the time glaring at me like an impatient mother reminding her child it was past bedtime.
It was late.Really late.
I should have asked Tristan to drive me home by now. It was the responsible thing to do—the logical decision. But then I glanced at him, his head tilted back, lips slightly parted, completely mesmerized by the endless stretch of stars above us. He looked peaceful. Unburdened. Almost like a boy lost in the magic of the night, untouched by the nastiness of reality.
I should go.
But a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, would it?
I let out a breath and leaned back against the hood of his car, letting the crisp night air nip at my skin.
Going home mea
