Touch Me, Step-Daddy; Forbidden Cravings
"Okay. But I'll call. Check on you. Make sure you're..."
"Fine," I interrupted. "Sure. Whatever."
The ride to my mother's house felt endless.
I lay in the back of the ambulance, hooked up to an IV, while Dean sat beside me.
He didn't say anything. Just sat there, watching me with that same intense expression he'd had at the warehouse.
When we arrived, Mr. Mars was waiting.
His face went pale when he saw me being wheeled out on a stretcher.
"Miss Alex," he breathed. "What happened?"