Julissa sat quietly in the car, her body wrapped in Scott’s coat, the scent of his cologne enveloping her.
The atmosphere was tense.
She didn’t dare speak.
Scott’s jaw was clenched, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. Though he had stopped scolding her, the tension in his body made it clear—he was still angry.
She bit her lip, unsure how to break the silence.
Minutes later, the car pulled up outside her apartment complex.
She hesitated. “Mr. Nichols, I can go up by myself—”
He cut her off. “Get out. I’ll walk you up.”
She blinked. “That’s not necessary—”
“Get out.” His tone left no room for argument.
Sighing, she pushed open the door and stepped out.
Scott followed, his tall frame towering over her as they walked toward the building.
The cool night air made her shi
