EMILY'S POV
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The car ride over is silent, filled with anxious sensations and tension as Nico drives with his hand on my thigh. His fingers fiddle with the silk material and all I can do is sit and stare out of the window while holding onto the door as the car shakes, my head shaking left to right on the dirt road. There's a big, deep black pit in my stomach, causing me to become anxious and sweaty, "I wonder if my mother is going to be there," I murmur, but I'm met with silence again. I turn my head, looking at Nico, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
His gaze flicks to me momentarily, "I'm sorry," he shoots me with his gorgeous smile and every worried sensation disappears, and it's replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest, "I'm just focusing on this shitty road," he snorts, lig
