We were driving toward my apartment when a sudden flash of green and white caught my eye, snapping my attention away from the road.
“Hold on, hold on!” I blurted, jerking forward so fast that the seatbelt cut into my shoulder. “Can you drop me by the supermarket? I need to grab a couple of things.”
Without a word, Elijah smoothly turned the car toward the curb, the tires humming gently as he slowed to a stop. A wave of relief hit me in the chest. At least he wasn’t going to argue. I could almost breathe again.
“I’ll just walk from here,” I said quickly, reaching for the door handle before he had a chance to respond. “My place is right around the corner. No need to park.”
I should’ve known he wouldn’t let it go that easily.
He didn’t even acknowledge me, casually gliding the car into a
