He slowly pulls his hand away, once again leaving goosebumps in their wake. His voice comes out low when he utters, “Never carpooled with anyone more beautiful than you, Addison.” I try to be flippant to lighten the heavy mood in the car. “Do you carpool a lot?” A hint of a smile teases me, thinking might get the dimple, but I don’t. “No, I guess I should correct myself and say, I’ve never done anything with anyone more beautiful than you. Ever.”
