EMILY'S POV
Silence pierced through the air in the car as Ethan focused on the road. The tension in the air was choking, not knowing what to expect from this date. My hands gripped the seat belt firmly as my heart beat was fighting for stability.
I shattered the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. "Where are we headed?" I asked, sneaking a quick glance at Ethan.
His lips curled into a captivating smile, revealing his pearly whites. “It's a secret. You will know when we get there," he replied. My gaze lingered on his chiseled features, taking in the familiar sight of his platinum hair, styled perfectly as I had always loved it. His denim shirt and black pants displayed his lean physique, and I found myself drawn to the strong, masculine lines of his arm as he gripped the steering wheel.