mrsdrzayne

In fact, the only evidence that you had any kind of effect on him were the tips of his ears that had turned red, and even then, it could have been from the evening breeze.

You notice the way he had to grip the steering wheel a little tighter, blink rapidly a few times to recompose himself,

“Did you not like it?” he asked quietly.

“I did,” you reply.

“Then is it not obvious?” he answered, vague but matter-of-fact. “Because I wanted to.”