"The worst kind of fear is the one that comes wrapped in a familiar face, just never thought the familiar face would be so familiar"
Camilas POV.
Mike pulls up at exactly seven and not a second late. He looks like he had just taken a shower before driving over.
Oddly, he insists he doesn't want to pack upfront and that's sad because the childish part of me badly wanted Sinclair to look out his window and see he isn't actually the price.
Though in a literal sense, he is.
"So, where are we going" I ask immediately I am settled into the passenger seat and Mike has turned on the ignition. Pulling out of the driveway.
"You will see," he says with a wide grin on his face and one hand on the stirring. "I want tonight to be just about us"
He reaches for my hand. Which makes me feel unc
