Chloe's POV.
The movie was in full swing now, grazing soft flickers of warm light through the windshield, and the occasional breeze would blow at us through the small unwinded part of the window. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Even the other cars around us seemed to have faded into a blur, as though we were the only ones in this entire lot.
I nestled deeper into Hardin’s side, his arm resting securely around my shoulders, his thumb occasionally brushing the top of my arm like it had a mind of its own.
On the screen, the lead couple stood beneath the rain, drenched, arguing about something deeply emotional and silly all at once... until he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kind of kiss that steals the breath from your chest, not just because it was passionate, but because you could see their entire story behind it.
I exhaled slowly.
Hardin must’ve felt me tense because his voice came low and soft beside my ear. “What are you thinking?”
I bit my lip, not wanting to
