Monday, at seven in the morning, we were already in the car on the way to the capital of the country where my cousin and her family lived.
I was sitting in the passenger seat with my head leaned against the window and the seatbelt placed under my armpits and around my chest, due to it rubbing my neck and irritating my skin. Ryder was humming the song playing at the radio, his hands stuck on the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road. From time to time he would c***k his neck, stealing subtle, not so subtle stares at me. Per total, it was a nicely comfortable drive.
This until Ryder broke the silence.
"What's your family like? From what I've seen you don't like your cousin too much."
I shrugged my shoulders, shuddering at the simple specification of
