Daniel's POV
I wake up to a strange vibration under my bum, movement that occasionally tosses my head jerkily. There’s warmth across my shoulders and something soft brushing my neck as I slowly come to, and the fragrant smell of cologne alerts me to the presence of another person. At first, I believe I had somehow gotten onto my flight. My eyes spring open, vision blurry so that I have to blink a few times, each twitch of my eyelids revealing more and more of an interior of a car instead.
I look to my right and see tanned skin and tattoos, long fingers resting on the console beside his thighs. I have no doubt of who kidnapped me at this point, but I glance up anyway, licking over my teeth sleepily.
The driver’s jaw looks sharp, angled like the finest architecture in England, especiall
