Brent and her were still seated beside each other in Nick's van. Eunice sat next to Katrina at the back. Joe was in the front seat, but she could catch his occasional glances toward her and Brent. She pretended not to notice.
A moment later, their flamboyant friend began another impromptu "concert." She felt relieved that Joe was no longer focusing on observing her and Brent.
Suddenly, Brent took her hand and held it tightly. She didn't look at him and instead turned her gaze toward the window. Brent gently squeezed her hand.
"I'm still so sleepy," Brent said, breaking the silence, but she didn't turn to him.
He put his arm around her, making her stiffen as he rested his head on her shoulder. Brent had done this before, but now she felt self-conscious, as if everyone would notice there was something different between them.
"Relax," Brent murmured, sensing her reaction, his head still on her shoulder.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. His hand still held hers, and soon, he closed
