I parted my lips to say something, but the expression I saw on his face made all air disperse from my lungs.

“Why do you do it, Leah?

Do you enjoy torturing me all the time?

Do it please you when you make me look like a fool?” He hissed out the words like they tasted bitter on his tongue.

“Ethan.

I would never hurt you intentionally?” I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper but still echoing around the silent car.

“But you do,” he growled—his eyes flared wide.

I watched ...