When we arrived, he didn’t take his eyes off the road ahead. It was as if he didn’t want to look at me.
Had he gotten upset?
“Thanks for bringing me home,” I said before getting out of the car.
I was about to reach the front door when someone grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around.
“Are you angry?” he asked, confused.
“No. I thought you were the angry one.”
“I lost control for a moment back there when those idiots were staring at you in the restaurant.”
“Jealous?” I tried to joke.
“Why would I be?”
I punched him lightly on the shoulder.
“Ash, forget it.”
He smiled and slipped an arm around my waist. He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me.
This time, unlike the kiss we had shared in the café, his lips moved gently against mine, making me lose all sense of reason. He bac
