Nico's POV —

"Who is the kid's father?" I ask. I keep one hand on the steering, easily navigating through the traffic and speeding down the highway. I leave the second hand on her thighs simply because it belongs there.

Something about her draws me in.

The way she shivers every time I touch her, the way she flinches from me like she's scared that I'm going to harm her, and yet she draws closer to me.

The way I have her completely at my mercy she's so innocent now that it's driving me ...