Taylor’s P.O.V.
He is holding my hand…
HE IS HOLDING MY FREAKING HAND!
And why the hell am I feeling so giddy over it?
I mean… Nico was a beast, he must scare the s**t out of people when he entered the room. He was big, a ton of muscles, he had scars. I mean… this man basically lived and breathed intimidation through every pore of his too damn good looking body. He looked as if he could kill a man with one hand and not even break a sweat over it. And somehow, that all made me feel… safe?
OK
Now, you are just losing it, girl.
Once outside of The Barn, I sighed in relief as Nico pointed at a truck that was parked near the side. The car that I believed was his friend’s? And I wondered if Nico would have a car himself? Where did he live? What did he do for a living? Did he have any hobb
