Kimberly:
“N. O.”
I slid my phone into my pocket and folded his hands. If he wanted my phone, he better be ready to take it. I was going to scream so loud that someone would think that he was murdering me.
In the mirror, I could see him glaring at me, but I rolled my eyes and scoffed. He thought that he could intimidate me? This was fake, and there was no way in hell that I was going to let him snoop. I wasn’t looking through his.
“Don’t make me pull this car over, Kim,” he snarled.
“Do it. I will make you regret it,” I retorted. “I will scream so loud that people passing by will think that you are trying to molest me.”
“Kim…”
“Do it, Noah. I am not giving you my phone.”
The silence in the car was thick. Noah kept driving, still glancing at me, at my pocket. Every now and then I
