Blade’s P.O.V.
my hands gripped the steering wheel as I glanced into the rearview mirror of my Jeep, watching Meghan secure the cake in the backseat with delicate fingers and an intense focus that made me smile. She was practically fussing over it, and her concentration on that cake had me a little jealous.
what the hell do I have to do
to make her look at me like that?
“You sure the back seat’s where you want to be?” I called, flashing her a grin in the mirror.
“You’re going to miss the great view up here with me.”
fuck girl…
what will it take for you to come and sit next to me?
Meghan just rolled her eyes, but I could see the tiniest twitch of a smile that seemed to come more often as I teased her. And f**k me, did I like to see that smile on my mate over something I had said to
