Malia’s POV
The drive to campus wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Just another morning, just another ride, that’s what I told myself when I slid into the passenger seat, but it was getting harder to keep the act up. Maverick had one hand draped lazily over the steering wheel, the other tapping out a rhythm on his thigh as though he owned not just the car, but the air between us.
“Why do you always sit like you’re about to face a firing squad?” he said, glancing at me before smirking at the road again.
Stiffening, I hug my bag tighter to my lap. “I don’t.”
“You totally do. Your shoulders lock and then your jaw clenches then you stare dead ahead like you’re memorizing the highway signs. Lighten up, Windsor, you’re not about to defend a dissertation.”
“I actually like paying attention t
