The city glowed under the streetlights, casting long shadows on the pavement as I stepped into the black car sitting pretty outside my apartment. Daniel had insisted on picking me up himself, brushing off my protests with that usual confidence of his.
As I slid into the passenger seat, his familiar scent wrapped around me. Taking a deep breath, I couldn't miss the scent of cedar and his clean cologne. The atmosphere was sophisticated and warm, carrying just enough danger to make my pulse quicken. I exhaled slowly, pressing my hands together in my lap, trying to ignore the way my heart seemed to beat just a little louder in the quiet of his car.
"You clean up nice," Daniel said, his eyes sweeping over my navy blue dress. It wasn't particularly flashy, but it hugged my figure in a way that made his gaze linger.
