Chapter forty four
(Cassandra's POV)
I am so nervous.
We've been on the road for somy minutes now, we even pass a few eateries but the car doesn't stop moving.
The constant motion is making me sick plus my unnecessary case of cold feet makes me want to puke.
Imagine vomiting in your boyfriend's car on your first date. The irony of the thought makes me smile. We haven't even gone on a date, yet he called me his girlfriend. I never actually confronted him about it since I coveted the title already.
I don't if he notices how sweaty my palms are even with the AC on and if he does, he isn't showing any sign of it.
"Baby doll, stop trying to take your awake," he says without looking at. I flush brightly, grateful that he us more focused on the road.
"They are sweaty," I mumble with warm cheeks, staring at his handsome side profile.
"Well let's be sweaty together," he replies, not loosening his grip on my hand at all.