Allie’s POV.
"You worry too much," I whispered, my voice soft against her skin. "I'm ready for this."
She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she studied my face. "Good. I don't want to feel like I'm forcing you," she said, her own words soft as a summer breeze.
I chuckled, the sound a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through my bones.
A chuckle escaped me. "You're so funny," I told her. Then, I leaned forward and hugged her. The warmth of her body against mine was comforting and familiar, like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day.
Her words were a gentle whisper in my ear, a cool breeze carrying the promise of separation. "You need to be on your way," she said, and I nodded, the movement feeling both heavy and light at once.
I got into a taxi, and my heart was racing
