ELEANOR
Jason walks us to his car, we get in, and as he’s about to start the car, I grab his hand in mine. I lace my hands with one of his hands and place it on my lap. I use my free hand to draw smoothening patterns on his hand. I feel the tension in his hand ease the more I continue to rub the back of his palm. I don’t think it’s good for him to drive angry. I feel his eyes on me. I lift my head and lock eyes with him.
“You’re amazing,” he says, staring at me with admiration.
I smile back and ask him if he is feeling better.
“Yes, I am. Thank you.”
“That's good. Do you want to talk about it?” I want to know why he hates Alex, but I don't want to push him too hard.
“Sorry, I don't.”
“You don't have to apologize. You can tell me whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you again,” Jason says
