PAIGE
The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white outside the tinted windows. The drive felt endless.
The only sound was the whisper of the tires on asphalt and the frantic beating of my own heart, amplified by the silence and the feel of this impossibly expensive dress against my skin.
He hadn't said a word since we got in the car. He just sat there, a powerful, smug silhouette, looking out at his kingdom.
I couldn't take the quiet anymore. It felt heavier than any argument.
"So," I began, my voice sounding too loud in the hushed interior. "Where are we going?"
He didn't turn his head. "Dinner."
I rolled my eyes so hard I was surprised they didn't stick. "You're infuriating. You know that's not what I'm asking."
This time, he glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes. "No reason. I just felt like taking you out."
