The streetlights kept flashing past, bathing the car in soft golds and shadows, and every time they passed through the dark, it felt like their own little world. His hand, still resting at her waist, would tighten ever so slightly when the car took a turn, as if he was afraid she might slip away.
Bella told herself he was drunk. That was all. But the way he sighed contentedly, like she was exactly where he wanted her, made her wonder if it was really just that.
When the driver announced they had arrived, she gently tried to ease him off, but his hold only grew firmer. "Leo…" she whispered, cheeks burning.
He didn't open his eyes. "Home," he murmured, voice low and certain. "With you."
And somehow, she didn't have the heart to tell him to let go.
