Sophia’s POV

Other than his sister saying he’s obsessed with me, I have nothing else to back up my suspicions.

Still driving, he meets my gaze, then drops it. I follow his gaze to the center console, where his palm lies open and waiting.

I press my lips together before placing my left hand there. He locks our fingers, then brings them to his lips and kisses the back of my palm.

“Did you enjoy your time with me?” He asks, staring into my eyes for a bit before refocusing on the road.

I ...