"What?"
The word comes out fast, sharp, full of disbelief.
He looks at me like I just slapped him with a wooden plank.
His eyes widen, his breath catches in his throat.
And then slowly… that expression collapses.
Not explosive, not angry.
More like someone who has just been accused of the worst thing in their life.
I quickly sucked in a breath.
"I just…asked. You don't have to—"
Leo already looks away. His hand slips off the steering wheel.
Those broad shoulders drop, and he leans his forehead against the wheel with a small thud that makes me wince too.
He closes his eyes for a few seconds.
Did I ask the wrong question?
I wince, regretting that I just made the atmosphere even more awkward, as if our relationship wasn't awkward enough already.
When he finally speaks, his voice is so quiet it's almost inaudible.
"Never."
He whispers it. Hoarse.
He straightens up without looking at me, checks the rearview mirror even though there isn't much traffic.
