STRIKER

 

 

 

Days went by smoothly until the weekend. London and I were still strangers. She seemed guarded all the time, and I also kept my distance. 

Considering we lived under the same roof, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cross the line again. I couldn’t afford to break her trust.

“I thought we were going as friends.” I turned to look at her, going to the non-existence backseat door.

“Sorry.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. 

“I opened the door, Vanderford.” 

“Sorry, okay. I didn’t also realize it doesn’t have a backseat door.” She climbed in, and I shut the door before her.

She was fastening...