Clara
It was time to go home.
Reality was waiting.
The thought should’ve scared me more.
But somehow
while sitting inside Reig’s car with soft music quietly playing in the background
I felt calm
.
Maybe because nothing between us changed after that night.
No awkwardness.
No confusion.
No pressure.
We were still us.
The only difference now was that we no longer hid things from each other.
And honestly?
It felt nice.
Comfortable.
Natural.
I glanced at Reig briefly while he drove.
One hand resting lazily on the steering wheel.
The other occasionally brushing against mine whenever the traffic stopped.
Small touches.
Soft touches.
The kind that made my chest warm every single time.
“How’s your head?” he asked suddenly.
I smiled slightly.
“Still alive.”
“Barely.”
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