15. Worrying

Jessy’s POV:

The ride home was quiet and the only sounds that I could hear were the roaring of Stephan’s engine in my ears along with the breeze that seemed to fight it although it wasn’t awkward and I tried my best to hide my anxiety and fear I knew that it was only a matter of time before it completely took over. I held onto him tighter, burying my face in his shirt and taking subtle sniffs. His scent was fresh, not overwhelming like Simon’s had become or powerful like my father's. I had been around different men and different scents all my life and I could say that Stephan’s stood out for not having that weird tinge that I could hardly identify.

“We’re here,” Stephan announced just as the car pulled to a stop in front of my house.

I hopped off the bike, pulling the helmet off my head before handing it over to him. The sky was now dark and the streets were only illuminated by the street lamps that stood at either side of the roads. The light caught on Stephan’s face and his boyis