Maya’s POV
I relaxed in my seat, a small smile on my face as the silence in Damon's black Mazda stretched between us. The car reeked of him, a subtle blend of musky cologne, mixed with a touch of pine and leather.
"You seem to be enjoying the car ride," he mumbled, watching me from the corner of his eyes.
I pouted. "I'm a little bothered about how many women you've given an enjoyable ride in your car."
"You like to bother yourself with irrelevant things," he answered firmly, and I detected a slight annoyance in his tone. Why couldn't he ever laugh at a good joke?
We went back to silence, and I hummed gently. I could feel his occasional glances at me but preferred not to say anything. When the silence became unbearable, I decided to try again.
"Have you ever been in a serious rela
