Evangeline

The car is silent.

Not the comfortable kind, not the peaceful kind. It’s heavy. It’s thick. It’s suffocating. It’s silently chaotic. 

The charged air between me and Xander contrasts the way it was moments ago when our mouths were locked in a desperate, messy kiss. It coils around my throat, squeezing with every passing second. 

Xander hasn’t looked at me since those words left my mouth. He sits with his eyes forward, hand trapped between his thighs, and jaw ...