The night air was cool when Lucas pulled up in front of my building. The city lights shimmered across the hood of his truck, painting the moment in gold and silver. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward—just thick, like neither of us wanted the night to end.
He turned off the engine, the low rumble fading into quiet. “We’re here,” he said softly.
I looked out the window, recognizing the tall glass building that stood like a shadow against the skyline.
Before I could unbuckle my seatbelt, Lucas was already out of the truck. I watched him move around the front and open my door like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hand reached out to me, steady and sure.
I hesitated for a second before taking it. His palm was warm, rough, grounding.
“Thank you
