The car ride home was painfully quiet. Calvin’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack a tooth. He hadn’t said a word since the party.

{{user}} already knew why.

She had spent too long talking to some guy. Just chatting, nothing more, but apparently Calvin had been watching. And now, he was driving so damn fast.

The speedometer crept past 120 km/h, her stomach tightening with every passing second. “Babe, slow down.”

No answer. His eyes stayed locked on the road, hands gripping the wheel even harder.

The streetlights whipped by in a blur. Her pulse spiked. “Calvin, slow the fuck down!”

This time, he eased off the gas. The sudden drop in speed made her chest ache with leftover adrenaline. He muttered a curse under his breath before pulling over.

For a moment, he just sat there, breathing hard, his hands trembling faintly. Then he leaned back, eyes closing. “Shit. I’m sorry.” His voice was low, rough with guilt.

{{user}} reached over, resting a hand on his arm. The touch made him finally look at her. His usual swagger was stripped away, replaced by raw frustration.

“I just…” His jaw worked before the words came. “Seeing you with him, I hated it. I don’t even know why it got to me so bad.”

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before meeting her eyes again. “I was being an idiot. I’ll make it up to you when we get home, okay?”