“We’re here.” He said, then lean to me to unbuckle my seatbelt.
He went out of the car and opened the door next to me. He gently carried me while his bag was on his shoulders. I looked at him, and I can’t deny the fact that I truly missed him, and being held in his arms felt good. These feelings scare me. I’m afraid that he’s showing me all of this because of the bond. I want something deeper than that.
“I can walk.” I told him, avoiding an eye contact with him.
“I know, but the doctor said that, it’s best not to move your body too much.” He replied as he continues to walk inside.
I can hear the noise inside the mansion. It’s already dark, so I assume everybody was home. Atticus approached us while pushing a wheel chair. He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him.
“Dylan t
