Playing Hard to Get

Damien turns off the engine of the vehicle once he successfully parks in a spot he found after hours of searching.

His hand is caressing mine. He has been holding my hand since we left his apartment.

I try to withdraw my hand, but he tightens his grip on it. "Hey, we're not done here," he says.

"I need to go. I need to see Mom before she retires to bed."

"Do you have something to discuss with her?