The car ride was quiet.
Not the usual kind of silence.
Not the controlled, steady quiet I had started to expect from him.
This felt… heavier.
Like something had shifted and neither of us was saying it out loud.
I stared out of the window, watching the city pass by in blurred lights, my mind still tangled in everything from earlier. His words. His touch. The way he said it so simply.
That makes you mine.
My chest tightened at the memory.
I hated how much it lingered.
I hated how it didn’t feel as simple as control anymore.
“Stop thinking about it.”
His voice cut through my thoughts.
I blinked slightly, turning toward him. “About what?”
His gaze flicked to me briefly. “Whatever you’re overanalysing.”
I let out a quiet breath. “You assume I’m overthinking everything.”
“You are.
