Sebastian drove in silence, jaw clenched, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The night air outside the car was cool, but inside, the tension was suffocating.
Maya sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn’t said a word since they left the restaurant. Not when he stormed out. Not when she chased after him. Not when she slid into the car without asking.
She just sat there, simmering.
Sebastian didn’t look at her.
He didn’t want to.
His mind was somewhere else entirely.
Rylee.
Her smile. Her blush.
Her soft voice when the other man arrived.
The way she looked at him — like he mattered.
Sebastian’s chest tightened painfully.
Maya finally broke the silence.
“You didn’t have to embarrass me like that.”
Sebas
