Chapter 9 New College

Ezekiel was driving smoothly, his focus on the road, while I sat in the backseat, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew it was rude to sit back there, treating him like a mere driver, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit beside him. Not after last night. Not after knowing that he knew I had seen everything. My gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of his eyes. Those long, thick eyelashes were almost unfair for a man to have. I bit my lower lip, feeling a warmth spread through me that I tried desperately to ignore. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, closing my eyes to block out the sight of him. But that only made it worse. His scent —intoxicating and eliciting —filled the car, wrapping around me like a blanket I couldn’t escape.