I jerk awake, gasping for air as my neck tightens. "It's okay, Estella, you're safe." A light comes on, and it floods the inside of the car. I hold my throat, trying to catch my breath. "Shit."
Mufasa pulls the car to the side of the road and stops.
"Look at me." His hands cup my face and his dark eyes stare into mine. "I've got you. You're safe. Tell me you're with me."
"I'm with you." I sniff and his warm hand lets go of me.
I want to pull him back, but then I hear the sound of the seatbelt releasing and Mufasa pulls me across the SUV and into his lap. I melt into him as he wraps his big arms around me so I feel safe. I shouldn't because I don't know this man. I know that he saved me, and that has to mean something. Not to mention this pull I've felt to him from the very first moment
