"I was asking if you were doing okay today" Diana said with a warm smile.
But I didn't reply immediately. The engine of my car hummed softly as we pulled away from Tom's house, the snowflakes dancing under the streetlights like confetti from a party.
Diana sat in the passenger seat, her body still radiating that post-dinner warmth, her fitted sweater clinging to the curves I'd spent the entire meal trying not to stare at.
The air between us crackled, like we both had so many unspoken things to say—our eyes had locked too many times across the table, her foot brushing mine under it like a secret code.
But now, alone in the confines of my car, the reality of what we were doing hit me like a stalled engine. I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening, and cleared my throat to break
