Violet
The ride was silent.
Kylan’s eyes stayed on the road ahead, not even glancing at my direction while I shifted in my seat, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt as I tried to think of something to say.
“So, I’m wondering…” I began. This time Kylan glanced at me briefly, lifting a brow.
“How is my little friend doing?” I asked, testing the waters as I often did with him.
Was he going to react like the usual Kylan, or the softer version?
He chuckled, his lips curling into a small smile. “The squirrel?”
I nodded, returning his smile.
“She’s made herself pretty comfortable in my room,” he chuckled, the sound of it warming my heart. I guess he was being kind again.
“Even more comfortable than me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and my cheeks immediately flushed. Why
