As I rounded the corner, I happened to overhear their conversation.
“Jonah, I told you not to do anything to her. What was that just now?” Eric’s voice carried a hint of suppressed anger.
“It was just a game. Weren’t you and Lila playing too?” Jonah replied in an amused tone.
Eric fell silent for a moment before saying, “Alright, let’s just drop it. But you still need to watch yourself. I know you’d never fall for Gina, but just keep your hands to yourself from now on. And remember, I’m the one she loves.”
When he returned to the private room, Eric still didn’t look too pleased.
The gathering eventually ended, and Jonah, who hadn’t been drinking, drove me home.
Winter had arrived, so it was freezing cold. The moment I got into the car, Jonah immediately turned on the heat. Then, he reached over and touched my hands.
“Your hands are freezing. I’ll heat up some milk for you when we get home. You’ve just recovered—we can’t have you getting sick again.”
His actions felt so natural as if he had fully embraced the role of my boyfriend.
I stared at him, trying to figure him out.
“What’s wrong?” He glanced at me as he started the car.
“Nothing.”
Jonah drove with one hand while wrapping his other hand around mine. It wasn’t until my palm started to sweat that he finally smiled.
“Good, you’re all warm now. I was really worried you’d catch a cold.”
He let go, but the warmth lingered. Inside the car, it was cozy—without a trace of winter’s chill.
