DENVER’S POV
The drive back home was a very quiet one. Jack didn’t say a word, neither did I.
After the incident with his mother, I had left the office and somehow found my way to main door.
There I saw Jack. When I knew that I had to follow him for me to go back home, I was annoyed. I quickly started regretting why I hadn’t driven on my own.
So much for an official family introduction.
He took me into the car and we were on our way back to the comfort of my home.
When we were packed at my house, I took off my seatbelt and was about to open the door when he stopped me by lightly putting his hand on mine.
“Denver.” He called softly.
I turned and looked at him and then he used his lips to cover mine and I closed my eyes. He twirled his lips over mine and I loaned out in pleasu
