Chapter 30
Skye's POV
“You’re driving‚” he said as we stepped into the parking garage‚ holding a set of keys out in front of my face.
I blinked at the keys dangling from his fingers. "What?"
"I'm tired‚ Skye. Drive."
"You want me to drive your car? Your ridiculously expensive car that probably costs more than my entire apartment building?"
“Is English a problem to you?”
I huffed and snatched the keys out of his hand‚ then unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat. It was different from the one we took to the gala.
He got into the passenger seat and leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes without saying a word.
I adjusted the mirrors and the seat because his legs were about a mile longer than mine and the steering wheel was practically in my lap.
"Your
