Jax’s hand rested on the gear shift, casual but commanding, while his other gripped the wheel. The road stretched ahead of them like it had no end.
Taylor reached for the dashboard screen, eyebrow raised. “You’re letting me pick the music?”
His mouth twitched. “I’m trying not to regret it.”
She grinned, scrolling until she found something with a smooth rhythm—something warm, moody, and slow enough to match the pulse of her thoughts. When the first notes hit, she leaned back and watched the way his jaw flexed at the sound.
He didn’t complain. Just kept driving.
After a moment, she turned her gaze toward the window. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her dress. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—but there was weight to it. And for once, she didn’t want to pretend like she was
