One.
Two.
Three.
I focused on my breathing as anticipation slowly overtook me. My sweaty palms slid across the steering wheel. I wiped them across my jeans and turned up the radio. The bass thumped hard and then harder, causing my seat to vibrate with each pulse. I shifted in my seat; every red light was torture. Every second that inched closer felt like years away from him. I needed him. I needed to be with him. Finally.
I was close.
I almost lost my nerve as I rounded the last corner and the song ended. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I saw him. I exhaled sharply and quickly ran my fingers through my hair, worried I looked as nervous as I felt. My hands shook as I got out of the car, my head swimming with thousands of insecure thoughts, each as detrimental as the next. I caught his gaze as he met me on the driveway and my heart fell into my stomach.
Those eyes.