The tension in the car was so thick that I was surprised that I was able to breathe. I looked over at Mateo with his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. There was a bruise starting to form on his jawline, and I could see a little bit of blood trying to escape the cut on his lip.
I hesitantly reached over to run my fingers through the back of Mateo’s hair. He tensed up a bit more upon my initial contact but slowly and maybe reluctantly relaxed with my touch.
We continue the silent car ride back to the penthouse, and I am surprised by my own emotions. After everything that has happened, I would expect to feel more panicked. But I feel a weird sense of calm. Even with the anger that is still radiating from Mateo, which has calmed from blazing heat to a slightly uncomfortable warmth, I
