Sophia’s P.O.V

We had barely made it out of that chaotic venue—our hands still tangled, adrenaline still high—when Nathan finally slowed his pace as we neared the parking lot. I could feel the night air brushing against my skin, finally letting my shoulders relax. He hit the unlock button, and the car chirped to life. I was just about to settle into the passenger seat when it hit me like a flash of light.

I turned sharply toward him, squinting a little. “Wait a minute,” ...