Aliya’s POV
Nick stared at me, ready to open his mouth when suddenly, a loud horn broke the silence. He stepped on the brakes, and we lurched forward.
“Damn it!” Nick yelled, punching the steering wheel before turning to me.
“Oh my goodness, Aliya, are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to me, but I pulled my hand away.
“I’m fine, Nick. Just concentrate on driving so we don’t get into something worse,” I said, turning my attention back to the window.
He quickly averted his gaze from his suspended hand and stepped on the gas again, driving slowly.
“I still haven’t told you who I am,” Nick said.
“Save it,” I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to the window.
“But Aliya, you don’t understand, I’m…” he tried to say, but I turned, shooting daggers with my eyes.
“There’s nothing to understan
