#Chapter30
Michael kept his eyes on the road, treacherous seconds passed before he spoke up, /"I have been meaning for us to talk./"
/"What about?/"
He looked at her briefly, /"you./"
Sasha's interest was piqued as she sat up on the seat, /"what about me?/"
A sigh left Michael's lips, he shook his head softly and licked his lower lips, /"everything. I can't help but feel like...like you are drawing away from me./"
Sasha frowned at that, /"what do you mean?/"