*Amelia*
As we drive back to my apartment, I can’t help but glance over at Jasper, who’s looking at me with that knowing smile of his. “I kind of expected you to stay for the night,” he says, his voice light but his eyes searching mine.
I turn onto the freeway, the hum of the tires on asphalt grounding me. “I can’t say I didn’t really want to,” I admit, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling inside me, “but I think it’s better to wait just a little.”
He chuckles softly, “You might be right, sweetie, but I’m so happy for the two of you. You’re perfect together.” His smile is infectious, yet I feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach.
I let out a long sigh, the weight of the past six months lifting slightly. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel whole, but tho
