Bailey's pov

The ride was quiet but not awkward at all. It was strangely comforting. 

Half way through the drive, Kaleb had placed his hand on my thigh. I had no intention of pushing his hand off, but I could tell he was nervous that I would with the tension I felt in his grip. However, as the time went by without me pushing his hand off, he relaxed and gripped me more firm. 

" Where are we going?" I asked, sneaking a glance at him. We had been driving for an hour and he ...