The ride back passed in an awkward silence.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I watched the city lights drift past the window as I tried to process everything that had happened.
For several minutes, neither of us said a word.
Easton kept his eyes fixed on the road, both hands gripping the steering wheel. He seemed focused on driving, but I could see the tension in his jaw.
As for me, I felt like my head was about to explode.
I couldn't take it anymore.
“What are you?”
Silence filled the Camaro once again.
Easton didn't answer.
He didn't even look at me.
“Easton.”
Nothing.
“Just tell me already.”
His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
“Ashley...”
“No. You can't keep hiding it anymore. I saw everything that happened tonight. You can't keep pretending.”
The mus
