Brandon took off his mask as soon as he got in the truck, rubbing his face with an annoyed snort. I buckled my seatbelt without a word. I knew I had it coming, I just didn't know how bad yet.
The bastard let me sweat, driving the whole way to the hotel in complete silence. We'd brought a few supplies, knowing we had a kitchen in the suite, so he took them out of the fridge to make a vegan midnight snack, ignoring me completely.
I went to the bedroom, left the backpack, took off my cold wet shoes, put on dry socks, waiting in vain for him to speak. So I headed back to the kitchen. I would've loved to have a coffee, but the coffeemaker was in the corner of the counter, and I couldn't reach it while Brandon was busy between the bend and the fridge.
