When I finally came to, I felt disoriented. For a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was, and panic began to rise in my chest. I nearly screamed, but then I felt the warmth of Emerson’s hand stroking my hair, his voice calm and steady.
“Relax, Mina. It’s fine. I’m here. I am here with you. Relax,” he said softly.
That was when I realized I was lying in his lap in the car. My head rested on his thighs, and his hand continued its gentle smooth pat from my hair to my shoulder. The tension in my body eased almost instantly, and I looked up at him, blinking away the remainder of my confusion.
As I started to sit up, he helped me, steadying me as I adjusted to being upright. My Eyes shifted outside, and I noticed it was already dark.
“What time is it?” I asked, my voice still a little groggy
