Chapter Thirty One - Like Riding a Bicycle
William
We got into my car, and I could tell by the awkward way he sat and arranged his legs that he wasn’t used to riding in a vehicle. I wanted to ask when the last time he had been in a car was, but I didn’t want to seem rude or nosy, or like I was teasing him for the primitive life he had lived, so I kept my question to himself. However, when I saw him struggling with the seatbelt, I leaned over him and helped him buckle it. The close proximity of the car had our bodies brushing each other and sparks flying, and I swear the temperature jumped up at least ten degrees. I met his chocolate brown eyes for a moment, and got lost in their dark, swirling depths.
I tore myself away from his gaze with difficulty, just so I could start the car
