*Caterina*

I fiddled with the hem of my dress as Elio drove us to his house. I couldn’t even look at him, I was so nervous. I had thought I’d played it cool enough all day that we would just skip over the fact that we’d kissed, but I had apparently been very wrong.

I saw the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and swallowed anxiously, yep, I thought, very, very wrong. His knuckles were white against the black leather of his steering wheel, ...