Arec's POV:
As I stepped out of Ella's penthouse, I closed the door softly behind me, feeling the weight of the night pressing against my chest. I couldn't shake the image of her standing there, her eyes warm and searching, as if she were waiting for something more. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted to give her that "something more."
I made my way to the car. Once inside, I gripped the steering wheel, staring through the windshield at nothing in particular. I wondered if she would've pushed me away if I'd actually leaned in. Would she have been surprised… or had she been waiting for it?
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling the urge to call someone, to spill all of this pent-up frustration and, maybe, excitement. I scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Sam's name. If there was anyone who'd understand , even tease me mercilessly, it would be him. I pressed "call" and waited, tapping my thumb against the wheel.
