Chapter 251: The surrender
When they reached the car, Dylan opened the door and helped her inside, her movements sluggish and disoriented. Once she was seated, he walked around to the driver’s side and slid in. Igniting the engine, he glanced at her and saw her leaning on the seat with her eyes closed.
"Seatbelt."
Ava grabbed at the strap, but it refused to budge. She tugged again. "Ugh," she huffed, struggling against it.
Dylan leaned over, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he reached for the seatbelt. The proximity sent a jolt through her, her body going rigid. His familiar scent—a blend of cedarwood and something uniquely him—wrapped around her, igniting a spark she couldn’t ignore. Her fingers instinctively clenched at the fabric of her skirt.
Dylan’s movements slowed, his eyes flickering over her face. He lingered, drinking in every detail—the delicate curve of her jaw, the subtle flush on her cheeks, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly. His throat worked as he swallowed. Finally, the soft click of the seatbelt breaking the silence.
"It’s secure now," he murmured huskily.
Ava broke the brief connection between them, turning her gaze toward the window. Dylan, meanwhile, couldn’t suppress the satisfied smile tugging at his lips. He was happy tonight. Lola had informed him that Ava was jealous.
Dylan had carefully played his part with Lola, knowing full well it would ignite something in Ava—to force her to accept that she still loved him. Ava didn’t say it out loud, but her actions spoke louder.
’She will confess soon,’ he said to himself, confidence shining in his eyes.