Beneath the Surface
POV Amber
We got into his car and headed for the Weys' house. The only sound was the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. I couldn't help but watch him drive. It was impossible not to admire his perfect profile, the way his hands gripped the wheel every time he turned—there was something almost magnetic about it. I shook those sinful thoughts out of my head and turned my gaze toward the window.
We stopped in front of the house, completely lit up.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" I asked, glancing at him.
"I'll just grab my phone and say hi to your parents."
I nodded, and we both stepped out of the car.Adam followed me up to the door. Inside, my parents were watching a TV show, laughing hysterically.
"Hi, kids!" my mom greeted us,
