Rose pov.

I stepped out of the house and went into Luca's car. Immediately, I closed the car, and his intoxicating smell hit my nostrils.

“How is he?” I asked buckling my seat belt.

“He's okay,” he said. “Same old,” he added. I could feel his eyes on me.

Immediately, he was sure that I had talked in my seat belt, and he started driving. An uncomfortable silence filled the air; his shoulders tightened, and his lips formed into tight lines, which was unusual for Luca because he was always carefree when he was driving.

Come to think of it, he was driving slowly instead of the usual Luca, who...