“I can't,” he retorted, tapping a button I guessed was to switch on the heat. I guessed so because my seat suddenly felt warmer.

I leaned into the leather chair, letting the tension roll off my back.“So you say yet you can pinpoint my feelings to a thought,” I hummed out a sigh pressing my head against the window.

He flexed his grip on the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure why I watched but his hands were awfully tight with tension. “It just comes naturally because we're —” he ...