CHAPTER TWELVE
ROWAN
Arguing and laughing with Diesel makes the drive to San Angelo fly by. A part of me worried that if we weren’t sneaking around, being alone would be awkward, or that our relationship was only built on the excitement of hiding, but it’s not been the case at all. If anything, I’ve felt more comfortable with him, and it makes me want to tell the world that somehow, someway I’m falling for Diesel.
I’m falling hard and fast for him.
This weekend, we won’t have to hide, and in some odd way, it feels so damn right.
We’ll get to hold hands and have dinner in a restaurant and act like a normal couple out on a date.
“Wow…this room is so nice,” I say, noticing how fancy our hotel room is.
Walking in farther with Diesel behind me carrying our bags, I spot a large bouquet of
