Chapter 28

Freya Rose

The drive to Tristan's house was odd, his face was all scrunched up in deep thought and his knuckles were pure white because he was gripping onto the steering wheel, way too tight. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His face relaxed a little and his grip loosened on the steering wheel. He sighed as he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“T? What else could you smell at my house?” I questioned him as I remembered that he had said he could smell a dirty fucking something. He let out a deafening growl, which made the windows vibrate in the car. He aggressively snatched his hand away from my thigh and slammed it back on to the steering wheel. I jumped back in my seat startled, before wrapping my arms around myself. He huffed through his nose then spoke to me through gritted teeth,

“Don't you ever listen to me? Damn it, Freya! I said I would tell you everything when we got to my parent's house.”

I couldn'