Jillian
I basked in the comfort of Callum's embrace as the vehicle drove forward, letting him soothe away all my residue tension. But then he gently pushed me back and hedged away from me. I frowned, staring at him in confusion.
"Sorry." He mumbled, appearing embarrassed. "I was locked up in that cell for a whole week and couldn't have a proper shower during that time."
My eyes drifted down his clothes. They were the same as the ones he was wearing a week ago and were stained in several places.
My teeth gritted in anger when I thought about how these people hurt and mistreated him. "Those damn bastards." I mumbled, hedging to him once again to lace my arms around him.
"Jillian… I'll get you dirty." He said in a conflicted tone.
I shook my head, tightening my hold. "You could never.
