Olivia Westview
The drive home was quiet at first.
I was slumped back in the passenger seat, my head resting against the cool glass of the window. The streetlights blurred as we passed by. I giggled at how everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Anthony glanced over at me. “You doing okay, Liv?”
I turned my head towards him, blinking slowly, and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’m good. Just... floatin’.”
“Floatin’, huh?” he chuckled. “Well, we’re almost home. Hang in there.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, waving my hand dismissively, though the gesture didn’t quite come off as smooth as I imagined. “You worry too much, Anthony.”
He smirked, shaking his head. “Only when it comes to you.”
There was something about the way he said that that made me feel a little warm ins……
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