Chapter 65 Picnic

• Eryn POV
• Once I am alone in the car with Kyle, I don't know what I was thinking. I sit as close to the door as I can, trying to avoid his touch. His hand is resting on the gearshift, and I don't take my eyes off it. His fingers twitch uncomfortably, and I know he is debating touching my leg. I don't want to give him the chance, so I shift my legs out of his reach.
• Kyle then grips the steering wheel with both hands. He mumbles under his breath, but I can't understand what he is saying.