Novel & Cerita So Pull Me Closer In The Backseat Of Your Rover

We approached the vehicle with eager anticipation, knowing the evening was far from over. Gently opening the car door for me, Adrian leaned in and brushed his lips against my cheek, whispers of promises and affection dancing on his breath. I giggled, the warmth of his gesture sending a surge of happiness through me. I stepped into the car, my heart full of contingency. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Adrian settles into his familiar spot, pressing the engine ignition to life. Soft instrumental music plays through the car speakers, creating a serene atmosphere. The muffled sounds of the city outside provide a backdrop to their own private bubble of happiness.

“Unbelievable.” Rook smirks as he slides into the driver’s seat. “Could’ve been worse.” I glare. “How the fuck could this have been worse?” “You could be over my shoulder,” he says simply. I swear to god, if he even tries it. The drive back is mercifully quiet, aside from the occasional glare I shoot at Rook, who looks far too satisfied with himself. I don’t even bother arguing when we pull into the driveway, I just shove open the door and head inside.

I said; the words felt strange, but it was the only way to describe the sight of something so simple, so solid, and so entirely disconnected from the digital world. Silas walked around the rover, running his hand over the worn, durable fabric of the seats; he looked like a man who had finally found a familiar tool in a dark room. "It’s not luxury, but it’s ours, and it won't broadcast our location to every satellite in the hemisphere."

“Vehicles are clean. Fuel’s topped. We roll in five.” Damon looks at me. “You’re with me.” I don’t argue. We load up. Rook takes the lead SUV with Lena riding shotgun. She’s already fiddling with the radio. Damon slides behind the wheel of the second vehicle. I climb into the passenger seat. The door closes with a solid thunk that feels final. He starts the engine. Pulls out behind Rook. The garage door rolls shut behind us.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Deimos growls at me again, and I quickly slide into the back seat. Deimos slams the door behind me, causing me to jump. I keep my head down while he gets into the seat beside me. Isaiah has put him in a terrible mood. I put my hands in my lap and wait for the driver to get in the car, but he doesn’t. Deimos grabs me by the hips and pulls me onto his lap. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and breathes in deeply. “Things will be different when we go back to Dark Moon,” he whispers next to my ear.

I was slipped a few spare clips then was buttoned up as well. "I'm not sure I can walk in this thing," Brooke gave me a weak smile. "Don't worry," I smiled, "I'll carry you." I slipped my arm around Brooke's waist and, on Velma's signal, we rushed out to the middle of three Mercedes Armored GL550s. The doors had barely shut before we were racing away from my favorite home. I walked Brooke up to her apartment, we hugged, kissed and she insisted I go to the Hamptons with her this weekend.

Amy had the Camaro kissing the armored truck’s left rear taillight. If the armored truck stopped suddenly, the Camaro’s chassis would be part of the truck’s rear bumper. Amy thought about slowing down to avoid a rear-end collision, but the voice in her head told her not to even think about slowing down. The voice was telling Amy that this was her second chance. She was roaring down a coastal highway again, trying to rescue her baby. It was time for redemption.

Why did I agree to catch a ride with him again? I sling my backpack over a shoulder and shove my hands in my pockets, trudging around to the passenger side. When I pull open the door, I hear the familiar tune of Boulevard of Broken Dreams and I can’t help but crack a smile, throwing my backpack on the floor, sliding into the seat, and closing it behind me. Theo doesn’t even give me time to fasten my seatbelt before he hits the gas, spinning the wheels on the dirt and peeling out toward the road.

They pulled into the turnabout so I could get loaded into the car more efficiently and not worry about returning the wheelchair when we were done using it. Climbing into the back seat, I lean my head against the cool glass, letting the radio lull me into a peaceful sleep as the SUV roars forward to my new pack and home. "Elle, dear, wake up," comes the soft lull of Luna Olivia's voice as she tries to pull me from my slumber.