She was glad she wasn’t walking home in this, and she felt an involuntary chill dance along her body at the thought of the cold outside. Danny had the car going slowly. Jenn saw on his face a mix of concentration, determination, and confidence. Normally she would be nervous as all hell driving in these conditions, but yet somehow she didn’t feel nervous. She believed he knew what he was doing. She was replaying his comment about knowing what la petite mort meant all along and that he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Her mind raced. What was that supposed to mean? Was he actually flirting the whole time, or had she misread the situation? Was she looking at it the wrong way? Maybe he was just being friendly and wasn’t interest in her at all. And why did he want to see if she would actually say the word sex? They hadn’t really said anything else since then, but, then again, maybe he was just concentrating on driving instead of talking. She struggled to find something, anything, to say to break the silence.
