XANDER
“Is everything okay?” the driver asked, glancing at Ziva in the rear-view mirror.
“Just keep driving,” I said firmly, and the driver obeyed, turning his attention back to the road.
I leaned over and pressed the button that rolled down the passenger window, hoping that some fresh air would help Ziva feel better. Wind gushed into the car, and a sigh of relief let out from Ziva’s lips just as I expected.
“Much better...” she uttered softly, her eyes closed and her head resting against the headrest.
Then, I could analyze her properly. Her dress was unbuttoned, almost exposing her skin, so I told her.
“Button up your dress,” I spoke, keeping my eyes fixed on the trees outside the window.
“Done!” I heard her chuckle. I turned, facing her only to spot more buttons on her dress tha
