Greta’s POV
“How was your day?” Demien asked as he drove us out of the campus.
“I don't want to talk to you,” I mumbled and kept looking out of the window.
“But you will talk to me,” Demien said and I snorted when I heard him chuckle.
“No, I won't,” I said pouting.
“Why?” He asked.
“You are not my favorite person right now,” I said.
I was surprised that he kept quiet and didn't say anything again. I didn't like that. I wanted him to pester me, so I turned to him, only for him to glance at me and start laughing. He intentionally kept quiet knowing that I wouldn't like it.
“I thought you didn't want to look at me?” He said grinning.
“I hate you,” I said.
“No baby girl, you love me,” he said with the confidence of a man who knew what he was talking about, and he was not wrong.
