Fawn’s POV
Blake stared at me, his breathing still uneven, I wasn't sure I like the look in his eyes, hunger and self-loathing all twisted together. For a long moment, he didn’t answer my question, didn’t even move. Just sat there with his hands fisted on his thighs like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for me again.
Then he gently lifted me off his lap, setting me beside him on the leather seat. The loss of his heat made me shiver.
“The best thing you can do right now is not talk,” he said, voice rough as gravel as he turned to look out the tinted window.
I opened my mouth to protest, but something in his expression stopped me cold. His jaw was locked tight, a muscle ticking beneath the skin as he scanned the passing streets like they held answers he couldn’t find a
