CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

~Camilla

Elvis didn’t look convinced.

His fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, his gaze flickering to me again, but he didn’t push. He just nodded, a small, reassuring gesture.

I focused on the road ahead, breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth. I could not fall apart right now.

This was supposed to be a normal night.

A normal date. And for once in my life, I was going to have it.

Elvis noticed the way my hands were clenched in my lap. His lips curved into a soft smile.

"You know," he said, his voice low and warm, "I don't bite, right?"

I let...