11: New Home

ADRIANA’S POV

The adrenaline from the argument with my father still crackles in my blood as the car starts moving. Xander is silently sitting beside me while I try hard not to let any part of me touch him.

We are not touching in the slightest but his presence fills the car, making me feel suffocated as I try to hide in the back seat. I’m fully resting on the door though there is still room for me to sit on. Alpha Xander is a big man, yes, but the car is big enough that if I didn't want to touch him, then I wouldn't.

I feel his eyes on me even before I turn and when he lays his hand over mine, it curls into a fists completely on its own. My show of bravado in front of my father has gone, the adrenaline is wearing off and my reality is starting to come back to me.

I take in a shuddering breath when he entwines our fingers, a soft gasp leaves my lips without my permission when he tugs hard, pulling me into the car more. I have to fight the instinctive need to fight against his hold or