Chapter Seventy Four

Justin’s POV

“Are you going to say something?” Ayva asked after a moment as I was yet to answer the question she asked.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked stupidly before realizing that I’d said the wrong words. “What I meant was I thought we were clear about how I felt for you,” I said, hoping she’d let the question go but of course that never happened.

There was a tense silence in the car and I didn’t need to look her in the face before knowing that there was a frown on it. A hand left the steering wheel and reached out to touch her but she swiftly moved her hand out of my reach, her gaze outside the window.

“Ayva,” I called her name, my glance alternating between the road and her side profile. “You’re mad at me.”

“I asked you a question and you avoided it, was that supposed to make me happy?” She snapped.

“What do you want to hear? How I feel about you? You know that already. You’ve known that for years now.”

Everyone who knew me well knew how I felt about Ayva. I might have