What was that kiss?
That was the thought that echoed in my mind as the car pulled away from the glow of the Sleeping Dragon Gardens. Zi An had discreetly taken Qiao Mei in a separate vehicle minutes before, leaving me alone in the suffocating presence of Mo Yichen.
The silence in the car stretched and it was so painful, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the thrumming of my own heart.
Why did he kiss me? Was that a bodily action of his? Did he miss me as much as I missed him?
The taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips, his strong demand and something softer, something almost desperate. He hadn't spoken a word since I walked into his car, acting suddenly distant once again.
Or was I mistaken?
He drove, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed rigidly on the road ahead. The confidence he had projected at the venue was gone, replaced by his coldness. And it pissed me off.
