Chapter 35 - Haven't Forgotten

Lilianna

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Being in the same car as him was as intimidating as sharing the same bed as him.

The atmosphere was thick and stifling, making it hard to breathe as I sat there, acutely aware of his piercing gaze fixed on the road before us but those little glances in my direction sent a jolt of nervous energy coursing through my veins as if I were walking on thin ice, never knowing when it might crack beneath me.

The scent of his car, just like him, enveloped me, and I couldn't shake it off. It felt like being stuck in his bubble, which should've freaked me out, but strangely, it didn't. Even after all that's happened, I couldn't deny the familiarity of his scent, as much as I wished I could.

I glanced at his hand gripping the steering wheel, noticing how he drove with a relaxed grip as if he owned the road. My eyes lingered on his knuckles, battered and bruised, evidence of past fights, scabs now covered them. His hands were rugged and masculine, covered in tattoos that seemed to