Eleanor
The silence in the car was louder than anything Adrian could ever blast through the speakers. I kept my gaze pinned on the window, pretending the passing buildings and the sunlit streets were fascinating, pretending like I wasn't just an inch away from Liam or our bodies weren't brushing against each other two seconds ago.
His scent was all over the damn seat. Warm, sharp, faintly spiced with something I couldn't name but had no business smelling that good.
I hated this.
I hated how close he was and how good he smelled.
I hated that I could feel the heat crawling up my neck like a rising tide. Hated that my skin felt flushed beneath the layers I wore. That I was beside him in this damn cramped car and it wasn't bothering him the way it was messing with me.
My jaw clenched as I melted a little further into the door, trying to put space between us before I did something stupid. Like lean in instead of away.
God, what is wrong with me?
