The drive back was quiet, and awkward. Maybe not for Jett, but definitely for Jamie.
He sat turned slightly toward the window, watching the blur of streetlights pass by like they were far more interesting than the man beside him. His cheeks were still faintly pink, and every time he accidentally remembered anything from the field, his ears burned all over again.
Jett noticed. Of course he noticed.
But he didn't tease, he just watched Jamie with the smallest, fond smile. He liked this version of him, shy, flustered and avoiding eye contact. It was something he wanted to memorize.
When they pulled up in front of the house, Jamie was already trying to get the door opened before the engine fully died.
Jett chuckled under his breath as he watched him.
Jamie kept fumbling slightly with the lock, trying very hard not to look behind him.
He exhaled sharply through his nose. "Unlock the door, Jett." he muttered, staring very hard at the lock like it had personally offended him.
