Anna's eyes lingered on Jason, wondering if he had noticed after all.
His gaze flickered toward her and she quickly looked away, leaning back into the seat.
“Home,” she said, finger tightening around the bottle of water. Then, quieter, “Please.”
He hummed low in his throat, his eyes focused on the road ahead. She watched him from the corner of her eye, wondering if he was angry.
His eyes were narrowed on the road, his forehead furrowed.
They'd agreed to spend today at his place. Even though he’d offered to take her home, agreeing now made her stomach knot.
Would he think she was second guessing him?
If anything, it was the opposite—she wanted to go home because she didn’t trust herself around him otherwise.
The car still moved in the opposite direction of her apartment and it
