CHAPTER 35.
CALAR’ POV.
A soft hush fell over us for some seconds and in the quiet moment, the wind died down slightly, while we drove back through the route that led back to the motorcycle store.
My lips parted and before I could stop myself, words rolled past my lips.
“I can understand.” My voice was soft, and my words didn’t sound as soothing as they should, perhaps because they came late, but still, I felt Maxwell’s body stiffen gently against mine, his interest piqued.
“Really?” he asked softly, as he parked exactly before the motorcycle park.
“Yes,” I replied, turning off the engine of the motorcycle ride.
“What part of it can you understand, pretty…” Maxwell’s voice was tender as he climbed down the bike, leaving me to sit on it.
A faint smile curled at the corner of my li
