I crouch down low and nestle into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape. I don’t care he nearly got us caught, and I don’t care that the police are probably a hair’s breadth away from finding us.
All I care about is holding on to him and never letting go.
“Thank you,” I mumble against his chest.
“Thank you? You’re thanking me for nearly getting us caught?” he questions, pulling the car over when I make my intentions clear that I’m not moving.
“I don’t care about that. All I care about…” I pause, afraid of my honesty.
But as I hear the steady beating of his big heart, a heart that has been so kind and cared for me since the very beginning, I’m sick of being afraid.
“Is you,” I whisper.
Quinn wraps his arms around my back, pulling me tighter into him.
