- Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: Obsession by Mellina Tey)
"Just drive to this a dress." She spoke.
The storm had settled into something quieter—less thunder, more rain. It drummed against the windshield in a steady rhythm, muffling the silence in the car. Glyndon hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, hadn't even reached for the door handle, despite me unlocking it for her.
She should've left.
I gave her the option.
And yet, she stayed.
The tension between us stretched, thick and suffocating, filling every inch of the small space. The air was damp, the scent of rain and cold clinging to our clothes. Glyndon's hair was still wet, strands sticking to her face and neck, droplets of water trailing down the sharp line of her jaw.
She was tense—shoulders stiff, fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt like she was trying to ground herself. Like she wasn't sure if she wanted to be here.
But she was still here.
I smirked. "You wanna go to a Hotel?"
