Blade’s P.O.V.
The drive back to Meghan’s place after the Christmas party was quiet but far from uncomfortable. The soft hum of the heater filled the car as I stole glances at her every chance I got. She was staring out the window, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her dress, as she was lost in thought. Probably trying to figure out how to rationalize spending an entire day with me and my family without running for the hills.
If she only knew what it had meant to me.
Ever since yesterday, I had been on cloud nine. Having her by my side, her smile lighting up the room, her quick comebacks keeping me on my toes—it was more than I ever thought I’d get. And then there were the little things: sneaking touches when no one was looking, the way she leaned into me when she laughed, the way he
