I considered taking her to her house as I drove, but wouldn't that be cringe? There was nothing on her to help either way—her phone wasn't even with her. And honestly, I was planning on stealing her new number later.
I kept driving at full speed since the road was free. My eyes darted to her face, and I felt tempted to touch her. I couldn't resist. She looked perfect, just like always. I stroked her cheek lightly, and she mumbled something quietly in her sleep.
Heaven knows how badly I've missed her—how much I've wanted to hold her in my arms again.
Eventually, I came across a motel. Not a hotel, just a shabby little motel. That would have to do.
I grabbed my shirt from the backseat and put it on, still keeping my mask on. No way was I letting anyone recognize me tonight. I opened the car's glove compartment and grabbed some cash—I planned to leave that with her—and my credit card.
