She’s my responsibility now and if I deliver her home with a cold, her father will kill me. Fuck, now I need to hurry up because I don’t want Valkyrie to get caught in the rain and end up with pneumonia. Lifting my face, I curse when I see the coal colored clouds crawl over the sky. Even into places where nobody else before has been. I’m going to have to coax her, teach her how to melt into me and then she’ll be melting all over. She’s not moving her hands though, keeping them where I put them as if she’s turned into stone. I feel like I’m both finally at peace and like I’m about to detonate. Her breaths calm me down and the beat of her heart against my back riles me up. I’m finally close enough and I wonder how the hell I got so lucky. I’m eager to ask her things, make her talk to me but I don’t want to push my luck. The drive is long and she’ll get tired and then I’ll be the only thing she can lean on. Hopefully she’ll be forced to eventually. Valkyrie keeps her mouth shut, her face determined and she refuses to let it rest on my back. I didn’t count on how warm she’d be or her intoxicating labdanum and geranium scent. Taking the little mob princess for a drive seemed easy in theory but in ’s a different story. I want to save this moment, carve it into every part of me with a dagger to make sure it’s never lost.Ī muscle ticks in my jaw because I didn’t foresee how difficult this would be.

“Closer,” I insist and my eyes flutter when she pushes forward, her legs resting against mine, her chest brushing against my back and this is bliss times ten.

“Closer,” I rasp and she carefully nudges nearer. When she squirms, I feel a flash of anxiety, thinking she’ll try to get down again but to my relief she stays. She fails, letting out a loud gasp when I grab her wrists and wrap them around my waist. She’s trying not to pant, constricting her breath in her little throat while doing her best to play unbothered. This is the first time she’s ever riding with a man, first time she’s ever this close to one. She’s too scared to touch me, too proper and too brainwashed with laws and rules that she shivers. Her hands are weak and frail, small and so different from mine that I can barely feel them on my shoulders.

Wallflower Wanted by Ever Lilac