n who's in

and unreadable. His hand rests casually on the steering wh

" His voice is warm, low, like he is

th, he asks, feeling troubled, "Or are yo

ecting myself.

traffic. "From today, Frank will be driving only you

I will be sharing even car rides with my

s side frame. My eyes trace the strong lines of his jaw, the smoothness of his sk

is eyes flick to the mirror where he ca

feeling you're not exactly thrilled t

I don't feel indifferent. I just don't ex

eering wheel. "I suppose that's a lot to take in. One

change the subject. "So what exactly

confident. "I'm the architect of the project. I'll be designing the outlook of

dow, watching sunlight flicker between t

nto the driveway, I have almost convinced myself that the tig

age. I step out hurriedly as i

the house, I hear his foots

whisper. "How has life been treating you s

ecause I don't feel the need t

, he hastens his pace, and then, his hand

tracks, going

rt thuds against my ribs, loud enough that I am scared he can

ch leaving my skin tingling. I swerve half way, doin

ng to keep my voice from sounding sharper than I in

be a warning but e

gine a flicker of hurt or someth

nd hurry up the stairs, the thud of each step al

shut, leaning against it for passing se

why my heart keeps reacting strangely around him. He is suppos

ust nineteen, approaching twe

y father, just because his friend l

y face, hoping my mind

. For a moment, I just stare at the white ceiling, listening to the cheerful vo

a knock comes on the door. I check my

Mother calls th

e of the bed. My bare feet sink on the soft carpet, and

ing table which is filled with different dishes and cut

at something Nolan says, Nolan sits just beside him, let

y, and his eyes

thing shifts in the air. His gaze lingers,

hat minute. "There she is." He in

pulse quickening all because I can feel h