Chapter 83

• They got into his car.
• For a long moment, Dimitri just sat there, doing nothing. His hands were on the steering wheel but he continued to stare over the hood of the car. It was as if he was suddenly struggling to remember how to even drive the fucking car. It boggled him that he was struggling this much. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting this way? It was a car for fuck’s sake! And she wasn’t even his type. So why did she seem to make his blood boil so much?
• He could see her from his peripheral vision and he could tell she was just as confused. The only reason why he wasn’t acting like an idiot right now was because she was being quiet. If she said something stupid, he was sure he’d end up being an asshole to her.