Inside the car, the engine purred steadily beneath them, and the silence was only broken by the distant crash of waves fading behind. Daisy kept her eyes on the scenery ahead, trying to act normal and casual. Like she hadn't just kissed a man who wasn't her husband. Who technically was her husband. Kind of.
She could feel it, that weighted gaze burning a hole into her cheek.
"Stop staring," she mumbled without looking at him.
"I'm not," Elias replied way too quickly.
She turned her head, caught his eyes unapologetically fixed on her face. "What?"
He tilted his head, lips quirking. "I just remembered something."
Daisy narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "What is it?"
"You didn't take a bath this morning," he said, completely deadpan.
Daisy blinked. "What?"
"You didn't," he repeated, this time with a hint of amusement in his voice. "See this—" He gently tugged at her sleeve, lifting her arm as if presenting evidence to a courtroom. "You're still wearing my hoodie. And your hair?"
