AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW
I followed wordlessly behind him as he walked ahead of me to his car. My small bag was in his hand as he held onto it casually, it looked weird in his possession, out of place as well. Not too long after, we stopped in front of his Aston Martin as he looked at me, saying,
“Well, get in." Holding the door open and staring me down like I bothered him by simply existing. I pursed my lips to keep myself from speaking out and entered the car.
He shut the door calmly before going over to the other side.
“Do I have to tell you to put on your seat belt?" He asks as he starts the engine, the soft hum of the luxurious car's engine beneath me almost sends me into an overdrive.
I looked around silently, searching for the belt or any button meant to put it on, but was unsu
