The drive home was suffocating.

Not because Rhett drove too fast or too recklessly—no he didn’t. Instead he was too careful. His hands were steady on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road and his jaw clenched so tight I could swear that I heard his teeth grind. It wasn’t about the speed. It was about the silence I had to endure.

At first I didn't know if I should be happy because my plan had clearly worked and I had successfully succeeded in making him both jealous and angry. But this ...