Olivia's POV
I stepped into Christopher's sleek sports car, the leather seats cool against my skin. The door closed with a soft thud, sealing us in our own little world. The tension from earlier seemed to follow us, filling the car's interior like an invisible fog.
Christopher slid into the driver's seat, his movements fluid and graceful. How did he make everything look so effortless? Sitting next to him, I was trying not to hyperventilate.
We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft purr of the engine as Christopher started the car. I fidgeted with the hem of my dress, suddenly aware of how high it had ridden up on my thighs.
"So," Christopher's voice broke through the quiet, startling me from my thoughts. "Any plans for the rest of the night?"
I turned to look at him, caught off guard by the question. "Uh, no. No plans. Just... existing, I guess."
He chuckled. "Existing, huh? Sounds thrilling."