Chapter 38: Olive’s POV
The car was silent.
He started the engine and pulled into traffic, and neither of us said anything. The tension was thick enough for me to choke on it. I kept my eyes on the road, on the buildings passing by, anywhere but him.
But I could feel him. Could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, those fingers that had been inside me—
Stop. Stop thinking about that.
"What are you thinking about, Muffin?" His voice cut through the silence. "Penny for your thoughts?"
My eyes betrayed me, flicking to his arms. They looked impossibly large gripping the wheel, muscles flexing with every turn. Those hands. Those fingers.
"Muffin." His tone shifted, concerned. "You good? Want me to pull over?"
"No!" I said too quickly, heat
