The tension in the car was thick. Adrian said nothing as he drove, one hand gripping the leather wheel, the other resting on his thigh, fingers twitching like he was holding himself back.
I sat beside him in silence, hands clenched in my lap.
“Adrian,” I finally said, my voice cautious, “what are we doing?”
He didn’t answer.
“You said you wanted us to talk.”
Still nothing. He just kept driving.
Minutes later, we were pulling into my dorm lot. I expected him to say goodbye. I expected him to stay in the car.
He didn’t.
He got out, rounded the front, and opened the door like it was his right.
I stepped out without saying anything, heart pounding. His hand brushed the small of my back as we entered the building.
At the door to my dorm, I hesitated. “Sloane might be close n
