-Journee's POV-
“You know, we can turn around if you want to go back. We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it, Ms. Woods.”
This was the fifth time that he’d asked me this since we hit the road. I looked out of the window, trying to keep my cool and not become frustrated but he was making it hella hard.
As the snow began to flurry around, I finally answered. “Maybe you should be asking yourself if you’re comfortable with me coming.”
“What-what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not speaking in tongues, Mr. Hayes,” I said. “You keep asking me that. You’ve been asking me that since we got into the car. I already told you that I was okay staying at the apartment for Thanksgiving-me and Jasmine by ourselves and then you-”
“Well that’s simply ludicrous! Wh
