Sierra Summers asked casually, without thinking too deeply.
Caleb Sterling had just placed his hand on the steering wheel when he heard her question, and he paused. He tilted his head slightly; Sierra's profile was faintly illuminated by the phone screen's glow. The sky had darkened, and during this time, and the period that followed, there were many things they could do.
Among them was an unspeakable category.
Sierra asked Caleb like this, and he almost lost his composure, almost uttering something straightforward enough to scare Sierra.
So he remained silent for a while before reluctantly discussing according to the normal topic.
"Let's go home first, you should get a good night's sleep, rest well, and we'll go to the hot springs tomorrow."
Sierra paused, playing with her phone, puzzled, tilting her head with a contradictory expression of suspicion and self-doubt. Caleb's words were so odd, right?
