Liana’s POV

I barely noticed the music as we stepped out of the gala.

His hand was still locked around mine, warm and tight, as if he feared I would vanish if he let go. But I wasn't there anymore. I was already thinking of home.

I slipped into the passenger side of his car without a sound. He looked at me with uncertainty, as if waiting for the words, any words that would let him know that tonight had been an awesome night.

He glanced at me a few times as he started the engine, ...