Alice’s POV
When we reached the car park, Sam walked ahead and opened the car door for me. I slid into the passenger seat stiffly, folding my arms as I stared straight ahead.
“Take me to my hostel,” I said coldly.
“Alice—”
I turned to face him sharply. “Are you ready to talk?” My tone was pointed, my eyes locked on his. When he didn’t respond, I nodded once. “Right. Then take me to my hostel.”
We drove in tense silence. The only sound was the quiet hum of the engine and my shallow breathing. My heart was racing—part frustration, part dread.
When we pulled up in front of my hostel, I didn’t get out.
I turned to him, voice firm but low. “Don’t tell people we’re dating. We aren’t. And I’m done with this fake relationship. It’s gone too far, Sam. I’m not comfortable with it.”
He leaned
