After what Flora had said, Zander couldn't bring himself to confess what weighed on his heart, that he wanted her to be his Luna. The thought of burdening her with such a revelation too soon made him hesitate. He didn't want to risk the gentle comfort that had begun to grow between them.
When they reached her home, he pulled up by the gate and cut the engine.
"Thank you," Flora said softly as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She glanced at him with a smile that reached her eyes. "If you'd like to come in, you're welcome. My parents would be happy to see you."
Zander's lips curved into a polite smile. "Maybe next time," he replied.
Flora nodded, her gaze lingering on him. "Then… good night. I truly enjoyed the evening thanks to you."
"So did I," he admitted. "I'll be around tomorrow as well. If you'd like to meet again, call me."
Her smile brightened, and she dipped her head in agreement.
"Go on," he said gently, gesturing toward the gates with a slight motion of his hand.
