SKY
We got home, and I watched him step out of the car, rainwater still dripping from his hair as he unlocked the door.
I frowned, still looking around, “You brought me to your villa.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder, calm as ever.
“Well… you are clearly not on good terms with him tonight.” I sighed, too tired to argue.
“Get down,” he added. “I will send the car for cleaning.”
Even though he had said it wasn’t an issue, even though he handed me a handkerchief earlier and told me not to think about it, guilt still sat heavily in my chest. I had heard stories about William. About how particular he was. How he hated his things out of place, let alone ruined.
“Are you sure you're not mad?” I asked again and he just rolled his eyes.
“Then are you going to clean it yourself?” I stare
