The familiar feel of his leather seat was both a comfort and a trepidation not knowing what might happen next.
Beck and I was the first to leave, the brooding boy managing to drag me by the arm out of the bakery with a force that I almost trip on my ass on the sidewalk. My ass parked down on the passenger seat feeling like a hostage.
As expected, he doesn't say anything the whole car ride back to my neighborhood. Our neighborhood.
"Is this a new thing you're trying out or is it a phase?" I ask when we pass the giant Sycamore tree at the center of the town.
"What is?" he asked, his eyes not leaving the road.
"The going five minutes without threating to expose me type of thing. Seriously, it's creeping me out."
He rolled his eyes. "That's not why I offered to drive you home."
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