EMILY
The city blurred past the car windows, but all I could focus on was Nicholas beside me, his fingers brushing mine, the soft pull of his lips as he smiled to himself. We were quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around you like a soft, warm cozy blanket. Comforting. Real.
He broke it, finally, glancing over at me like he was fighting a smirk. “I wanted to take you to the annual fundraiser.”
I glanced sideways. “The annual fundraiser? I hope it’s nothing like your weird death gala.”
He laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “Promise the only thing that could kill you there are the dessert. They’re to die for.”
I gasped. “Did Nicholas Moretti just make a joke?”
“I did.” He said with a grin. “You should get used to it.”
“Anyways. It’s th
