ELIANA
It's weirdly quiet inside the car, the only sound that can be heard is the soft hum of the engine and the tension between us, thick with unspoken words.
Jackson's hands are glued on the steering wheel with a little too much effort than necessary, his knuckles white. His eyes have been focused on the road for most of the time, the jaw slightly tighter than normal.
I have been looking through the window for the few minutes that Jackson has been driving, my mind wondering as I watch the trees and street lights blur by. Sensing my eyes on him, he looks through the rearview mirror and our eyes lock.
It's hard to read his face because it doesn't give away that much. However, I see a flicker of something cross his eyes but it's gone before I make out what it is.
“I can help drive…” I
