Mastering Wren

Ch.29 Unspoken

Unspoken

I sit in the passenger seat of Theo's Vanquish wearing leggings, a nice cream top and a fancy jacket. It was forecast to rain and already the windows were being splattered with the big fat drops.

Theo has hardly spoken a word to me this morning. More like lunch, we had slept in until midday. Last night was relaxing and fun, even when we went to bed for the first time in a while I had not been nervous with him. Now, however, his quietness was bothering me.

His two sentences he spoke to me today, were a simple 'Good morning, Wren' and a 'Dress up, we're leaving soon'. I only knew we were leaving when he grabbed his car keys and nodded his head towards the door of my apartment, gesturing for us to head off.

We had stopped off at his apartment on the way and I had waited in the car while he went up to shower and he dressed in a fresh suit.

Now we were finally heading to Toorak and he was driving calm, but I noticed... he would hardly look at me.

Multiple times I turn to him to open my mouth and ask why he is so quiet, but I chicken out.

For the thousandth time, I turn to him and try to muster up the courage to say something, anything.

"Do you music?" I ask, my eyes widening at my own stupidity, "Do you like music?" I correct myself.

Theo slowly turns to look at me and he just stares, eyes narrowed.

"I music, yes," he answers seriously, glaring me down.

I don't know why he is being so mean – until he breaks out into a grin at my appalled expression and he chuckles to himself.

"Of course I like music," he murmurs, pressing a few buttons, "What... you want to hear one of my favourite songs? Get to know me better?"

"Um –" I watch as he searches through a few choices and chooses one.

"Listen and don't talk," he presses play and I sit back and decide to do as he says.

He has chosen a song called 'Heroes'. It's not what I expect, it starts off quite powerful and it's easy to listen to. I smile to myself, I liked it. So I continue to listen and watch his reaction from the corner of my eyes.

He starts mouthing words to himself and I know he is singing along silently.

It makes me happy, and I eventually stare out the window as I listen to the lyrics.

However, I nearly jump back in my seat when he reaches over and slips a hand through my hair. He grabs the back of my neck, giving it a light squeeze.

It makes my spine tingle.

I snap my head to the side and see him mouth some specific lyrics, while glancing at me with a smirk.

'When the night is starless... only we can spark it... light it up in the darkness... oooh'

I watch him nervously while he eyes me smugly in return.

He just seems so content as he continues to drive. Eventually his hand slips from my neck and the song ends, while I wait nervously in the sudden silence.

"Did you like it, sweet cheeks?" he asks.

"Coolies," I reply, "I mean, it's cool... um," I lick my lips, "Why have you been so quiet this morning... not morning, since we, since we woke up?"

"I want you to learn how to read me without me having to use words," he explains instantly, leaning back into his seat as he drives with one hand. He looks over at me when he stops at a red light, "Words are not as powerful as actions... or the truth that shines in someone's gaze."