"You are not mad at me, right?” I asked hesitantly, breaking the silence in the car as we drove home.
RoughCoin had one hand loosely gripping the wheel, and his expression was...unreadable.
The morning sunlight filtered through the windshield, casting shadows across his sharp jawline, and his lips were twitched into a small smirk.
The kind of smirk that could unnerve anyone but me.
"No matter how much I want to be mad at you, Ava, I just...can’t. What the hell have you done to me?”
The softness in RoughCoin's voice caught me off guard.
I turned my gaze out the window, trying so hard to hide the blush that was threatening to spread across my face.
RoughCoin had this uncanny ability to say the simplest things, but they always hit me like a freight train.
“I mean it, though..". H
