I fought to clear my head. To clear her perfume from my nose. To forget the feel of her body in my hands. I was on the edge and I wasn't willing to screw it up again.
"Ryker?"
I bit the inside of my cheek as her soft voice trailed fingers of velvet over my skin. "Not yet, Willow." I struggled to keep my voice even. Quiet.
After a moment, I felt the tension ease from my body. Felt like I had full control over my emotions. I relaxed my hands, flexed my fingers. Pushing the button to start the engine, I checked my surroundings and pulled into the street. This late in Oldtown, there was no traffic.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice still soft.
I exhaled. "Yeah. All good now."
As if I could see it, she came out of her shell. Blossomed right next to me. I could feel the questions si
