Elena's POV
"You haven't changed, you know that right?" Brad said once I was tucked behind the seat belt, a long carrot in my hand.
I didn't have to look at him to know he was eyeballing me the way he always did. First because I didn't want to combust in the heat of his gaze, and second because I wanted to sit with my irritation a little longer. The carrot was a whole separate conversation. An inside joke that had no business being this effective at softening me.
"Yeah? What made you say that?" I responded, a small smile already threatening the corner of my mouth against my will.
The tension was back. The same tension from earlier today at the back of his truck. There was nothing more embarrassing than feeling like a teenager again, like I had snuck out of the house with my contraband
