It was quiet in the car.
Finn held the steering wheel with one hand, his fingers tapping absently against the leather trim.
He drove steadily, not even giving me a glance, but I could feel that half his attention remained fixed on me.
"Did you really throw it away?"
While waiting for the traffic light, he finally turned his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"What, do you think I'm someone who likes holding on to trash?"
I leaned back against the seat, tilting my head to look at him, a hint of provocation in my tone.
Finn let out a low chuckle, and the moment the light turned green, he stepped on the gas and headed toward the riverside overlook.
"Not at all. I was just afraid that someone might not be able to get over seven years of feelings so quickly, and would secretly wipe
