Liana’s POV
I barely noticed the music as we stepped out of the gala.
His hand was still locked around mine, warm and tight, as if he feared I would vanish if he let go. But I wasn't there anymore. I was already thinking of home.
I slipped into the passenger side of his car without a sound. He looked at me with uncertainty, as if waiting for the words, any words that would let him know that tonight had been an awesome night.
He glanced at me a few times as he started the engine, waiting for me to smile, to laugh, to lean in against him like I probably should after all that had transpired tonight.
I didn't.
I kept my face pressed against the glass, watching the city lights blur by. My chest ached, like something too big was stuck inside, something too sharp to breathe around.
"You
