Orion's POV
In the passenger seat, Layla has her arms crossed and her back ramrod-rigid, looking the other way out the window and refusing to meet my eye. I practically feel her annoyance radiating from her like heat waves.
But then again, I don't care at all.
She was here.
In my car.
That's all.
After ages, I had her close enough for me to sense her shampoo lingering in the atmosphere. Close enough even to see goosebumps rise along her skin from the chill.
I should have persisted when she turned down the jacket I had given to her earlier, but I knew better. She would freeze before accepting anything from me.
I had both my hands holding the steering wheel with an urge to speak unashamedly.
But if I say anything it would push her further away. There was no doubt
