Eva

As Lorenzo pulled up to my place, I breathed a sigh of relief, a gentle smile playing on my lips as I felt the lingering tension from our passionate kiss.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, reaching for the door handle, ready to head inside and process the whirlwind of emotions that had swept over us. My face had already turned bright red because of the kiss, and the thoughts of it.

"Wait," Lorenzo said, his hand on my arm, his concern evident in his voice. "Are you sure you're okay? You should rest."

"What?" I felt quite perplexed.

"Your face," he pointed. "It's extremely red."

"Ohh," I muttered,...