- ISOBEL -
We’ve dropped James off. My hours were over and his mother wanted him home. Cameron was so kind to offer the ride but now, I don’t know what to do or say.
I swallow.
I’m in his car, seated on the passenger seat with my thighs clenched together and fingers tapping nervously and gently on my thighs. The air conditioner is turned on yet I feel so hot. I never really thought so much about how to act or what to say when with him.
Now we’re alone. I turn my head to the side to look at the man in the driver’s seat. His head is directed at the road with focus. Cameron hasn’t said a word to me since. I can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
My breath hitches when his face meets mine in an intense, striking gaze. A half grin forms on his pretty face as he looks at me. I sq
