Is it really love?
Little girl...
Koa Jackson held the steering wheel tightly with one hand, his peripheral vision catching the phone on the passenger seat. Suddenly, he felt a heartache he had never experienced before, a blind fear because of someone, a pain in his heart, confusion crowding his thoughts.
Is Mia Ginger like this?
Being with him, the pain outweighs the joy, the pressure greater than the relaxation. She isn't enjoying it; instead, she's enduring it all along.
Just look at how she looked earlier. When he left, she was so relaxed.
That's how a freshman girl should be.
Koa Jackson reached out to loosen the tie around his neck, but it still felt tight. He simply pulled it off and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
Along with that, he also unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
Slowly lowering the car window, he leaned over, grabbed the phone from the passenger seat, and directly threw it outside.
