Sara’s POV
I froze mid-movement. My fingers stayed wrapped around the handle, but I didn’t turn around. That nickname—princess—made my stomach flip in the worst and best way. I didn’t trust myself to look at him because I knew the moment I did, my face would betray me. So I just nodded slightly, hoping my voice wouldn’t shake if I said anything. “Uh, sure. Bye.”
I pushed the door open and stepped out into the morning air. It felt cooler than before, sharp against my warm skin. I shut the door behind me, trying to act like my legs weren’t weak and that my entire body wasn’t tingling from how close we’d been just moments ago.
The sound of the car’s engine hummed behind me, soft but steady, and I could feel his gaze still on me. Heavy. Warm. Like a touch that didn’t quite fade, even when I
