Chapter 10

“Arrick?” I glance his way again, hating his ignorance, the silence making it almost unbearable to continue being so quiet. I lean over to let my fingertips trail down his arm, over his black jacket meekly, as the tiny eruptions of anxiety playoff inside me like fiery tingles. Trying to attract his attention and knowing he won’t ignore physical touch.

I see that tiny tensing of his jaw deepen, muscle twitching under his cheekbone, and I know for certain he is more than just a little mad with me. He’s in closed-off, livid-as-hell mode. My stomach sinks again, breathing slowly to push back the effects of the night’s drinking and the new waves of hurt that are directly connected to him.

“Leave it alone, Sophs. I’m not in the mood.” He sighs, shifting in his seat to pull his arm away from me, resting his hand on top of the wheel instead to show we’re not doing the touchy thing right now. He doesn’t even look my way, just that frown he does to show he wants me to leave him be