Alyssa

"Why didn't we take your bike?" I ask curiously as King drives down the familiar road towards Gray's house in the truck he rarely drives.

His jaw clenches, hands tightening on the steering wheel with a possessiveness that always makes my heart race. "This is safer for you and the babies."

"I'm perfectly safe on your bike," I argue, unable to hide the slight irritation in my voice.

I was afraid of this—afraid he would start treating me like I'm ...