Dominic took her hand on her lap and squeezed it, his fingers mixing with hers like they belonged there.
His eyes stayed on the road, the morning light streaking through the tinted windshield of the black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, painting soft shadows across the dashboard. The hum of the engine was steady, and grounding, but Celeste felt everything except calm.
After last night he had insisted on dropping her off himself. It was Dominic, after all. Once he decided, it was done.
She had a few more courses to wrap up before graduation. Two weeks left, that was all. Yet, this morning felt like a new beginning, and the silence between them held a soft tension. Neither of them was in a rush to break it.
