Damien
The drive back home was quiet—way too quiet for two people who had been seconds away from kissing behind a mall.
Serena looked out the window the whole ride, her fingers brushing the soft fabric of the dress I bought her. I couldn't stop myself from glancing at her while trying to keep my eyes on the road.
She was so beautiful and to think that she was my wife, twisted something in me.
I forced my gaze to concentrate on the road but my eyes caught every small movement she made.
Every few minutes she would shift slightly, like she was trying to calm her nerves. I wasn't doing any better either.
The entire time, I could only think about how close she had been, how her breath had warmed the space between us, how her lips had parted like she wanted—
Stop.
We reached the estate gates, the guards stepping aside as soon as they recognized the car.
The moment I parked, she unbuckled her seatbelt with shaky hands.
"We're home," she said quietly.
"Yes," I answered.
