TARA
Activities like these were fast becoming one of my favorite things to do, and that was doing absolutely nothing!
We drove slowly in complete silence, the only sounds permeating the air around us being that of the car engine and Nadia snoring softly at the back of the car. Aidan's eyes were on the road ahead of us, his left hand on the steering wheel, while his right hand was laced with mine over the console between our seats.
It was perfect.
And the only imperfect moment in all of it was when we arrived in front of our house, signaling the end of the evening for us. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to say "See you tomorrow," but we couldn't exactly remain seated in the car, basking in each other's warmth, when Nadia's neck was cranked in an uncomfortable position a
