APRIL's POV
Chris’s voice cut through the tense silence between us.
"Are you afraid of flying, or is it going home that’s making you this tense?"
I turned my head slightly, narrowing my eyes at him. We hadn’t spoken much since arriving at the airport, but of course, he had noticed. He always did
.
I should have known better than to think I could hide it.
"I’m not nervous," I muttered, brushing it off.
He didn’t look convinced.
"Your face is completely pale, though." His ice-blue gaze swept over me, lingering just long enough to make me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I hated the way he studied me sometimes, like he was peeling back layers I wasn’t ready to expose. I exhaled sharply. There was no point in lying.
"Fine. Yes. I hate planes."
For a moment, he just stared at me, then
