Millys pov
He has this old beat-up jeep that he puts me in, and I feel a small whimper leave my lips when he lets go of me, giving him an understanding smile that makes me feel better and worse simultaneously. Stupid mate bond!
“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I got you.” He takes my hand and kisses it. I’m dying from the mere touch of his lips on my skin, making me sweat over the overwhelming feeling of wanting to sleep with him again.
I don’t answer him, I can’t, my words, gone, my heart, already gone too when he is sitting right next to me in those worn jeans and shirt, looking like he is just made for me.
“Goddess, I wish I could hear what is going on in that pretty head of yours…” he sights and glances at me when he already has the car on the road and flinches like he knows wha
