Shay:
We pulled back into Saint’s driveway just in time for me to head to work. As I unbuckled my seatbelt, Saint groaned beside me, clearly not happy about the idea of me leaving.
“Come on, Shay. You don’t have to go back. Just stay here today,” he said, his voice a little rough, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the morning.
I shook my head, smiling softly. "I can’t, Saint. I have to work. People depend on me."
He sighed dramatically, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “At least let me drive you. It’s barely 10 minutes away, but I still want to know you’re safe.”
I softened at that. It was sweet, how protective he was, but I had to make my own way.
"I’m fine, Saint. I got it," I assured him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as I slid out of the truck.
“You
