Kendra POV
Evan was silent throughout the drive to his home. I did not speak either as I feared I might embarrass myself more. I was thankful when Evan turned on the radio. At least there was another sound, aside from the roaring noise of the engine, that would buffer the occasional rumbling of my stomach. My hunger could not be contained much longer. My mouth watered as I breathed in the aromatic scent of grilled meat inside the brown paper bag. The muffin I was nibbling earlier had been put back inside its packaging, saving it for later.
Each passing mile seemed to stretch indefinitely. I tried to focus on the dark landscape outside the window, but my thoughts kept going back to the man beside me and spending the night at his house. Amidst the silence and the turmoil in my head, there
