Seatbelt
The rumble of the engine is like a blanket spread over a patch of sand spurs. The quiet beneath its sound is intrusive, prickling. Calin’s ear rings annoyingly through it. Beneath it all, for a reason he can’t explain, the awareness that things will not be the same after tonight sinks through his skin to his bones. He rubs the goosebumps on his right arm and lets out the breath he’s been holding.
Her freckled face reflects against the dark glass of the passenger window. She doesn’t seem to be looking at anything so much as she’s just not looking at him. But then she turns and looks at him, a question raising her eyebrow. Oh shit, he’s been staring.
