FREYA
Jayden's car comes to a stop in front of the motel, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I discover we've finally arrived at our destination. He gives me a knowing glance that implies he's relieved as well.
I don't think anyone would want to spend another second in nervous quiet, because that's exactly how the second half of our day has gone.
After a very awkward lunch, we both returned to the building to negotiate a few more details with the agent. The original, bubbly feeling I had when I saw the apartment has vanished, and while I am still grateful and appreciative of my new surroundings, there is an uncomfortable hollowness in me.
I'm too tight and concentrated on not accidentally touching Jayden or doing anything that might cause unprecedented tension between us. Is this how
