Ben POV
I glance over at her for what has to be the tenth time in the last two minutes and immediately have to look back at the road like I haven’t just completely lost my ability to function.
She’s sitting there like it’s nothing. Like she hasn’t completely ruined me in that outfit!
One hand rests in mine on the centre console, her fingers curled loosely soft and warm. The other is fidgeting slightly in her lap, brushing over the fabric of that dress like she’s still getting used to it.
I tighten my grip on her hand just a little. Grounding.
“Seatbelt okay?” I ask, because apparently I’ve forgotten how to form normal conversation.
She turns to me with a small smile. “Yes, Ben. My seatbelt is fine thanks.” She giggles and turns back to looking out the window.
“Just checking,” I mutt
