The car ride was suffocating, the silence thick with an unspoken tension. {{user}} drove, her posture flawless, her eyes locked on the road ahead.

When we reached the venue, she parked the car and immediately stepped out, moving around to open my door. As I got out, my heel caught on the pavement, and for a split second, I lost my balance. Before I could fall, I felt her hands on my waist, steadying me with a firm, almost intimate grip.

My breath caught, and I froze for a moment, feeling her warmth seep into me. She didn’t pull away immediately her touch lingered, and for a heartbeat, it felt like the world had stopped.

I couldn’t stop glancing at her. Tonight, she looked different more radiant, more striking. The way her hair caught the light, the curve of her neck. My gaze shifted lower, drawn to her hands the same hands that had caught me, fingers strong yet gentle.

Something stirred deep inside me. The heat in my chest was undeniable, and I cursed myself for it. I shouldn’t feel this way about her. But I did.