"I’m sorry. I considered waking you up last night after you passed out, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted to take you home." Reaching across the center console, he grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers. My eyes immediately zero in on our connected hands. His hand all but swallows mine. Big, strong, tan fingers wrap around my small, petite hand, and my heart clenches. I want those hands wrapped around mine forever, but I’ll settle for this car ride.
