The car pulled away before she realized her mistake. Where a random driver took the young woman

— he asked in a tone full of tenderness. — "Technically, I live here now," I answered, leaning against his side. — "Half the car is mine, half of everything is mine." — "Technically, everything mine is yours." He pulled me closer, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that still made my heart stop even after months.

— "How romantic," I murmured against his lips. — "And financially questionable." — "I learned from the best." — He smiled that smile he saved only for me. We sat there for a few more minutes before finally going inside. Into the house that was ours, into the life we’d built together. And as we walked hand-in-hand, I thought about how it all began. A mistake. Getting into the wrong car. Falling asleep where I shouldn't have. Invading a stranger’s life.

Sometimes mistakes lead you exactly where you need to be. Sometimes falling asleep in the wrong car leads you to the right place, to the right person, to building something real, something strong, something that was worth every moment of fear and hesitation. And yes, I still snore a little sometimes. Nick never lets me forget it. And honestly, I don't mind one bit.