LILY

I froze, my breathing hitched as the warmth seeped through his hands into my cheeks, his words piercing into my heart and spiking my heart rate. I stared into his grey eyes—they held warmth and genuine emotion.

“I... I... you need to get home.” I stepped back, away from his grasp, and immediately regretted it. The warmth left with his grip, and the night air suddenly felt cold—too freaking cold.

He didn't push further. He led me toward the car, and we rode out.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “I had taken you out for dinner, and we barely had dinner before...” He trailed off.

“We had dinner. The food...