Eryn POV
Once I am alone in the car with Kyle, I don't know what I was thinking. I sit as close to the door as I can, trying to avoid his touch. His hand is resting on the gearshift, and I don't take my eyes off it. His fingers twitch uncomfortably, and I know he is debating touching my leg. I don't want to give him the chance, so I shift my legs out of his reach.
Kyle then grips the steering wheel with both hands. He mumbles under his breath, but I can't understand what he is saying.
The collar around my neck burns my skin, and I run my fingers underneath it to relieve some of the pain. The skin underneath it is sore to the touch, and blood tinges my fingers when I finally pull them away.
Kyle frowns when he sees the blood on my fingers. "I tried to tell my father the collar
