ZOE’S POV
The drive home was quiet at first. The city lights shining against the windows, washing the car’s interior in soft gold. I kept sneaking glances at him, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the way his jaw flexed whenever we hit a red light.
He looked calm. Really calm.
Finally, I broke the silence. “You don’t have to look so tense. I promise, I’m not sneaking off to Liam’s house after this.” I teased.
He shot me a side glance. “That’s not what I was thinking.”
“Really? Because it kind of looks like it.”
His lips twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You talk too much, Zoe.”
“Only when I’m nervous.”
“Are you nervous now?”
I turned to the window, hiding the small smile threatening to give me away. “A little.”
Some seconds of silence passed as the air between
