KIRA’S POV
The drive was slow and tense, maybe because I took thirty minutes to get ready instead of ten. But he didn’t seem pissed… or did he?
I raised my gaze from the car’s dashboard to Adrian’s face, his furrowed brows being the first thing I noticed. I glanced at the road and back at him.
“Soo…” I tried starting a conversation with him. “Who’s your favourite writer so far?”
His furrowed brows eased up as he glanced at me.
“So you just assume I have a favourite writer because I stood up for poor Shakespeare?” he smirked, tapping his finger on the steering wheel at intervals. “Or because I’m an unlikely bread and meat combination?” he chuckled softly.
So he didn’t think I was going crazy with that explanation.
“Maybe??” I replied, opening up my hands.
“Pick one, Kira.”
My breat
