Ella

I carefully pull my hand away from George's grip and look away. In the reflection I notice him tense up, expression turning colder.

I don't want any tender moments with him, nor do I want to make conversation when it'll just devolve into a fight. He's just driving me home, nothing more.

It shouldn't be anything more either. I still FEEL too much about George.

That's probably part of the reason why we always fight. Too many unresolved things, too ...