Finally, the road ahead opened up.
My grip tightened on the wheel, and I felt something crack.
“Shit.” I forced my hands to loosen.
What the hell was happening to me? I could hear everything. The sound of Stain and Fox breathing. Max’s ear twitching slightly as I shifted gears. The crickets outside the vehicle.
Every detail.
Every sound.
Too much.
“You good?” Stain asked from the back.
“Yeah.”
It was a lie, but I would be. As soon as my Fox got better. Nothing else mattered but that.
“We need somewhere secure,” Stain shifted on the seat.
“Yeah.” I agreed.
“You got something in mind?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
I didn’t elaborate.
He’d see soon enough.
I kept my eyes on the road before flicking them back to my girl.
Everything else in this world could burn.
Everything else but her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ADRIAN
Taryn was smiling.
Not the version I usually got—a real one, softer, almost hesitant, as if she weren’t sure it would be welcome.
“Taryn…”
Her name on my lips felt different. Easier. Like it belonged there.
She stepped closer to me, or maybe I moved. At that point, it didn’t matter.
Her fingers brushed mine, light and uncertain, like she was testing the space between us, as if she wasn’t sure what I would do.
Silly girl, it’s not like I haven't been waiting for this to happen for the past few years.
I lifted my hand slowly, giving her more than enough time to stop me.
She didn’t. Nor did she look away. Her gray eyes heated as my thumb brushed her cheek, and her hand came up to catch my wrist—not to pull me away, just to hold me there.
