Alexia – POV
The car was quiet.
Too quiet.
Not the kind of silence that lulls or comforts. The kind that holds its breath. The kind that waits to snap.
Aiden sat beside me, his face turned toward the window, jaw set, unreadable. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft tap of Tobias's fingers against the steering wheel.
No one said a word.
I kept my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying not to fidget. Trying not to let the ache between my legs distract me, or the soreness in places I hadn't known could bruise. I had kept up the act at the party, smiled when I had to, kissed when expected. But now—with the illusion unraveling—I didn't know what to expect anymore.
He hadn't looked at me since the kiss.
Not once.
And maybe that should have calmed me.
But it didn't.
