C38 The line we shouldn't cross

(Ava Pov)

Walter drove me to work this morning, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think his life depended on it. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, how he slowed at every bump in the road, even the way he stole glances at me from time to time—it was like he was guarding something precious. Or someone.

And the worst part? I couldn’t stop smiling.

It was embarrassing, honestly