Holland's POV
The drive to the place of the date was quiet.
Not the awkward kind of quiet where silence pressed down on your ears and made you want to scream just to fill it. It was a gentle quiet, the kind that existed because my mind was already too full. I didn't say a thing. I couldn't. I was too busy replaying one moment over and over in my head, like it had been branded into me.
Beautiful.
The word echoed every time I blinked.
The streetlights passed us in a soft blur, their glow slipping across the windshield and vanishing just as quickly. Kastiel drove calmly beside me, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually against his thigh. He looked so at ease, like this was nothing more than a normal evening to him.
Meanwhile, I was internally losing my mind.
