a Fer

ong enough for my brain to register the sight before me. And

inging shirt. His chest was outlined through the soaked fabric of his white dress shirt, a few stray raindrops trailing down his collarbone. His glasses were slightly fogged, and

disappear any moment. I needed to etch that face into memory, that almost hypn

l was I doin

voice low, shaken. I was in

he one asking that," he replied, with a smile that

was. I had just jumped into a random man's car. What the

ent of madness as quickly as possible. But the second

les of my feet-but of course, I blamed the cold. The rain. I'd always

is stranger was

ut in that storm," he s

But I held it in. I was still me-still Olivia.

y, I think I'm safer walking in the rain than sitting in a strange

ing his glasses as they slid do

you," he said, extend

Didn't shake it. But God, I wanted to.

"Knowing your name doesn'

laugh, then, without warning, buckled his seatbel

ou doing?!" I snappe

lm and collected in th

home. Safe and sound," he said with steady convictio

ned at Lucas's mansion. I banged on the glass

way from the curb. He turned on the radio to some random sta

ed his hand away with a

t, but I have a tracking chip. They'll find me,"

. Like I'd just told the f

ia," he repeated. And then, once ag

eep as the warmth of his touch s

this feel

He saw that it wasn't just the physical touch that affected me.

and asked for my address. Reluctantly, I typed in a

hen the car finally stopped at the address I'd en

on't tell me where to take you.