~Jennie’s~

“You don’t even flinch anymore, do you?”

That’s the first thing I say. And of course, he doesn’t respond.

We’ve been driving in silence for what feels like hours, even though it’s barely been five minutes since the greenhouse door finally clicked open and the world remembered we existed. Twilight floods through the windows, painting the sky bruised purple and gold. The kind of sky that feels like an ending. Or a warning.

He’s gripping the wheel like it’s the only thing anchoring him to this earth.

I shift in my seat. I still feel him on me. In me. The way he touched me. The way he whispered...