L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

Ep 15: Date?

Winter's P.O.V

As Karina drove us to our destination, a lingering question kept swirling in my mind like a persistent, elusive fog.

Was this a date?.... or not?

The uncertainty gnawed at me, casting shadows of doubt and anticipation. My mind kept replaying our recent conversations, looking for clues, hints, anything that might clarify the nature of this outing.

 Each thought only deepened the mystery, making my heart beat faster. The question kept me questioning and wondering, sending a rush of warmth to my cheeks. My normally pale, snow-white face turned a deep, cherry red, contrasting starkly against my usual complexion. I could feel the heat spreading, my nervousness palpable in the small confines of the car. Every glance towards Karina felt loaded with unspoken words, and the silence between us buzzed with possibilities.

"What's wrong?" she suddenly asked, cutting off my train of thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hummed, trying to hide the question that had been bothering me. The words stuck in my throat, tangled with uncertainty.

"You keep looking at me with that nervous and cute face of yours," she continued, her voice laced with a playful tease. Her eyes flicked toward me, catching the soft glow of the dashboard lights. The flirtatious comment made my blush deepen, spreading warmth across my cheeks like a ripple in still water. I felt the heat intensify, my normally composed demeanor cracking under her gaze.

Unable to maintain eye contact, I quickly turned my head towards the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to the fire on my face. The scenery outside blurred into streaks of color, but all I could focus on was the flutter in my chest and the smile tugging at my lips.

"It's n-nothing," I said sheepishly, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt flimsy, a poor shield against the emotions swirling inside me.

"Well, we're almost near our destination. I hope you'll like it," she said, scratching her neck again, a nervous habit I had come to find endearing.

"I'm sure I will. It's picked by you," I replied, smiling ahead as we finally parked in front of a lit-up diner. The neon sign flickered softly in the twilight, casting a warm, inviting glow that contrasted with the chill of the evening.

As she turned off the engine that barked loudly like a dog, I was about to unbuckle myself from the seat when Karina leaned over to my side and said, "Let me." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she indicated that she wanted to unbuckle me.

Surprised by the sudden closeness of our bodies, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. Her breath was a gentle whisper against my cheek, her fingers brushing against mine as she reached for the seatbelt. The proximity made my heart race, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. I began to have a gay panic, my thoughts a whirl of excitement and nervousness. I smiled like a lovesick puppy, unable to hide my feelings, and blushed profusely, the color spreading across my face like wildfire.

"T-thank you," I stammered awkwardly, giving her back a gentle pat, unsure of how else to respond.

She chuckled, the sound light and melodious, before finally retreating. Her laughter seemed to hang in the air, making the moment feel less tense and more intimate. She quickly exited her side of the car, her movements swift and purposeful. I was just reaching for my door handle when, once again, Karina beat me to it. She rushed around to my side and opened the door for me.