David’s POV.

I’m tensed…no. I’m excited. Since, my years of being a businessman and making series of travel around the world, going home…to my abode has never excited me this much.

I realize, chuckling under my breath while my thick fingers scroll around my stubbled jaw. The five O’clock hairs on my jaw pierce the pad of my fingers.

I sprawl over the seat, my back resting on it, while I support my jaw with my hand, eyes roaming outside the window and into the black sky.

Stealing a ...