Violet
I tried not to look at the man beside me.
I kept my eyes trained on my hands, fiddling with my fingers like they were the most fascinating things in the entire universe.
Which, right now, they absolutely were. Because anything, literally anything, was better than glancing at the man sitting beside me.
My professor.
My ex’s uncle.
The leather of the passenger seat was warm beneath me, and the air inside the car smelled faintly of leather.
Tiger, of course, didn’t share my social anxiety. He was at the back, barking excitedly and hopping from one side to the other like a child on too much sugar.
“Your dog,” Roman said, “seems to be in a good mood.”
I jumped slightly at the sound of his deep voice.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I blurted out. I turned around to look at the overgrown
