Davina's POV
Were we dating?
Are we together?
I knew exactly how I felt about him—completely, utterly, stupidly in love—but what I meant to him remained a mystery. He made me feel cherished. He held me like I was something fragile and precious. He shielded me like I belonged to him entirely.
But we'd never actually said the words. Not out loud.
When Irvin pulled open his bedroom door, every thought vanished the second I saw him. He looked devastating in just a black hoodie and jeans that hugged his hips perfectly, wearing that arrogant smirk like a weapon. But his eyes... they went soft the moment they found me.
"Ready?" he asked, extending his hand.
I didn't even pause. My fingers slid into his, letting him guide me out into the darkness. The car ride stayed quiet, but comfortable. Irvin's hand rested on my thigh, his thumb drawing lazy patterns, while I watched the city blur past the window, feeling both protected... and terrified.
