Aileen’s POV
We were returning to the packhouse, my packhouse from Dad’s. Leon and I were usually in the car, and Melina and Noah rode on the bike. I gave the car keys to Leon to drive. After I kissed him, I ran to my bedroom without looking back. Even during lunch, I lowered my head, looked at the plate, and finished my lunch quickly. I allowed him to drive because when driving, he only concentrated on the road, reducing my discomfort in looking at him.
His face was brightened, and a light smile was painted on it. He was so handsome. His one muscular and hairy hand was on the gear while the other one was on the steering wheel. I felt jealous about the steering wheel; I wondered why I couldn’t replace myself to hold him until the journey ended.
What could he feel when he kissed my chee
