Dinner is over. My stomach is full, but my body felt a different kind of hunger now. We walk back to the car. The night air is cool, but the tension between Santino and me is boiling hot.

Santino starts the engine. He begins the drive back to my parents' house. The city lights are flashing past the window. The interior of the car is dark and quiet, except for the low hum of the motor.

I look at him. His profile is sharp in the shadows. He looks so calm. Too calm. I want to break that calm.

I ...