Chapter 42
The ride to work was… something else.
Adrian insisted on driving, which I didn’t fight, because honestly, I was still getting used to how easy it felt being with him. The morning had been soft, filled with teasing glances and stolen touches. He hadn’t stopped looking at me since I stepped out of bed, and the way his eyes darkened when he saw the fitted skirt I chose made my efforts feel very successful.
Now, with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, he was dangerously close to making me forget we were heading to work.
His thumb traced slow circles on my skin, his warmth sinking into me like a brand. Every now and then, his gaze flickered to me, unreadable yet intense, as if something was simmering beneath the surface.
“What?” I finally asked, raising an
