Erica's POV
The drive back to the North Pack is silent. The only sound that fills the car is the woosh of the windshield wipers. Chris keeps his eyes glued to the road and I stare out of the passenger's side window while the rain sprinkles from the sky. Every once and a while I glance at Chris out of the corner of my eyes. His knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. It makes me wonder if this is truly what he wants.
"Are you nervous?" I ask him to fill the silence in the car.
Chris's jaw goes tight and I know that he is trying to avoid the conversation. He keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't glance in my direction. Just when I think he is going to ignore me all together, he finally speaks.
"I don't know what I feel," he answers me vulnerably.
