I huff out a breath. “You started it.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
She shifts slightly closer.
My grip tightens on the wheel.
“You asked me to go on,” she says softly.
“I did. I just didn’t think you’d say... that.”
Her fingers lightly brush my arm. My breath catches.
“You’re very reactive tonight,” she murmurs.
“I’m human.”
She hums. Her hand lingers... then moves, sliding up my arm.
Heat rushes through me.
“Violet…” My voice is rougher now.
She studies me like she wants to see what I’ll do.
I turn toward her.
Her gaze drops to my mouth. Then back to my eyes.
That’s all it takes.
I lean in—then stop with barely an inch between us. My breath mixes with hers. Her lips part slightly.
“Drew,” she says softly.
I hesitate.
I can’t tell if she’s trying to stop me… or daring me to keep going.
She gives me a small, knowing smile. “Take me home, Drew.”
My hand tightens on the wheel. “Okay.”
Her eyes hold mine.
I start the car and pull out of the parking space.
As I drive, I give her a sidelong look. “This is definitely a date.”
Her smile deepens. “Of course it is.”
She's watching me again, like she always does.
And for the first time...
I stop pretending I don't like it.
