Sophia’s POV

Avoiding Alexander’s gaze, I walk past him and get into the car. Beautiful pink-and-black seats that I admire for a second surround me. I place my bag on the center console, drop my phone into my lap, set my mat on the floorboard, fasten my seat belt, and stay still. For a moment, he just stands there, not moving or shutting my door. I know he’s staring at me, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of meeting my gaze.

“Soph?”

“I don’t want to be late,” I murmur, ...