The wind whipped your hair up and around your face as Craig’s car flew down the California coastline. All the windows were rolled down, letting in the salty smell of the ocean beside you. Breathing easily you slouched back into the leather of your seat, propping your feet up on the dashboard beside you and casting a glance over at Craig.
As much as you hated to admit it, you had missed him. When you had left him, part of you had hoped that he would chase after you. And that is just what he had done. He had, ultimately, picked you. It was a little bittersweet, but as he caught you staring at him and grinned goofily as he turned the car with the road you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He knew he had fucked up. He had apologized. Begged for your forgiveness. And you caved. Reaching out to run a hand up his wrist and pry a hand off of the steering wheel to entwine your fingers together you smiled softly at him before turning your attention back out your window. Absentmindedly rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb as he drove.