She looked sideways at him, at the way the streetlights slid over his face in flashes of silver and gold, and something inside her just softened. That calm, easy confidence he carried without even trying… it wasn't arrogance, it was just there, like the world had already accepted that he belonged in it.
A quiet smile tugged at her lips. Maybe her instincts last night hadn't been wrong after all. Every bit of awkward tension between them… the unspoken questions, the what-now thoughts… just melted away like fog on glass.
She leaned back, closing her eyes, the night air playing with her hair as the car sliced through the empty road. "This feels unreal," she murmured.
Rex glanced at her, one eyebrow lifting. "Good unreal or bad unreal?"
She gave a soft, tired laugh, eyes still closed. "The kind where you keep waiting to wake up."
He smiled faintly. "Then don't."
