Chapter 33: The Veneno Convo

Sapphire's POV

We were almost at my house and the drive, like all the ones we'd had before, became awkwardly dead silent. The low rumbling of the Lamborghini's engine was all that could be heard now. It was a soft purr, like a cat's contented sigh and it grew into a fierce roar when it moved faster. The rich scent of Eric's cologne and a hint of leather lingered in the air, making my nose twitch.

Eric was extremely comfortable in his seat and he appeared serious. His smooth and taut skin was illuminated by the dashboard lights. Occasionally, I stole glances at him and I knew for a fact that he caught me through the corner of his eye. And he did return the favor by doing the same thing except his looks weren't really glances; they were long, hard stares, quizzical and examining.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I spoke, ripping the silence apart. "I wonder what's going through your head. You creep me out when you get like that."

"What are you on about now?" He let out an exaspera