I watched his face as he drove his car, staring ahead. It has been about an hour since we left the Lockwood Mansion, and he still hasn't stopped his car anywhere. It made me wonder if we were going somewhere or if it was just an excuse to get out of there.
I looked out of the window and sighed. We were driving on a long stretch of road, and we were passing the breezy point beach.
A few more minutes passed, and I glanced at his knuckles. His grip had loosened around the steering wheel a few minutes ago. Was it because he is in a calmer state now? I lifted my eyes to his face again, starting to feel slightly jealous of his side profile.
Jeez, his jawline was so sharp that it could cut someone.
"You're staring at me," He said without looking, but I thought I saw a small smile on his lips
