Velvet’s POV

The car drove into a busy street. Somehow I guessed we were close to my new college.

My body still hummed from what happened earlier. My fingers played with the hem of my skirt, and I kept sneaking glances at Zavian’s face. He was focused on the road as though he's the driver.

Even the driver is not this focused.

He had switched quickly to serious mode.

I stared and got amused. He looked so serious like nothing had happened between us just minutes ago.

I shifted closer to him on the seat. The faint smell of his cologne filled the car. It was strong and seductive, coupled...