Lena’s POV

The drive home was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind of quiet, but the warm type that curls around one like a blanket on a snowy day.

I stared out of the window most of the drive, pretending to admire the passing streets and buildings when really I was replaying every word we had said to each other and thinking about what I should have said instead and what I shouldn’t have.

And honestly speaking, I was shocked. Shocked that I could be that close to him, speaking freely and ...