Beatrice's POV.

“Are we going to have the talk?”

“What talk?”

“The fake–dating talk...,” Sebastian shifts his hands over the steering wheel. “How we met. Where I can touch you. Sleeping arrangements. You know…the fake-dating talk.”

His eyes stay so fixed on the road you’d think we were winding up a mountain in traffic during a blizzard. Rather, we travel in a straight line alone on the highway from New York toward ...