I felt my heart thumping hard in my chest as Nikolai gradually increased the speed of the car. From the prom and proper speed limit that everyone would assume a model professor would take to a much faster speed. One typical of rebels.
I turned to him, my lips parting, my chest lightly heaving. His eyes were fixed on the road, and he was using one hand to drive, while the other was wrapped around a small bottle.
"Is that alcohol?" I asked, eyeing the bottle. He seemed unhinged, rather different from the vibes he gave off.
"I don't drink," he said simply.
I leaned forward, then took my chance as he seemed to be slowing down to go through a corner. I had just pushed my body forward when the car suddenly jerked, and I flung forward, hitting the dashboard.
I gave a yelp, my body in an awkw
