“It’s not just occurring to me now.” She rolls her eyes, shimmying her shoulders up taller, as if straightening in her seat might make her feel less vulnerable. “It’s true.” I wish the roads were better so I could give her my full attention and look her in the eye. Wipe that petulant expression off her face and kiss her again. Make her believe me. Because I know I haven’t been imagining these moments between us. The ones where the air grows so heavy that it feels like more than I can bear. “I don’t believe you,” she repeats, but this time her voice is a little hoarse.
