FREYA

Jet barely glance in my direction during the drive home, it was so quiet except for the sound of the engine and when I attempted to make a conversation, he switched on the radio, blasting loud music enough for me to shut up so, for the remainder of the trip, I just stared out of the window.

When we arrived home, I reached for the door handle to open it but he wouldn't let me, he came down from the car and helped me open my side of the door, despite my protest he carried me into a ...