Yara |18+|

35

YARA

"We'll be there in thirty minutes," Vico said, sparing me a quick glance. "Twenty if I rush."

We were on our way to his warehouse—a different one from before. I didn't bother responding and nodded my head, sinking into my seat. I was sleepy, and the feeling worsened when I rested my head back.

Car rides never failed to have me feeling as if I could fall asleep in two minutes. If I tried, I probably could.

Taking a breath in, I urged myself to stay awake.

But it was hard to. Especially when Vico drove smoothly and had low music playing from his speakers.

It was also dark out, and it did nothing in helping me stay awake. The drive was about to be long and I sighed, feeling Vico's hand on my thigh giving me a soft squeeze.

It was odd. Whenever I was in the presence of Vico, I could rest. Not only physically, but mentally too. No guards were up. No warning sirens blasting in my head. Just—quiet.

"I'll wake you up when we get there, my love," Vico said and I turned my head to him, wondering if I should opt for a small nap. It didn't matter, right?

"Yeah?" I asked, already snapping my seatbelt off.

Vico let out a small, short chuckle. "Yes. I'll drive slowly."

What a wonderful man.

"Enjoy," he said while I turned around and climbed over to the backseat. Vico didn't miss the chance to give me a smack on the ass, and a small squeeze.

I grinned, shaking my head at the man who couldn't keep his hands off me. I wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite, actually. I loved every moment of it. To be touched by him was a luxurious experience I had no problem partaking in.

"Don't forget me in this car," I joked, rolling up Vico's hoodie as I laid myself across the backseat.

It was spacious and I stretched my legs, groaning when I felt my body sink into the seats. There was just something about sleeping in a moving car that I enjoyed. Or a plane. Or a train.

"No promises, amor," he said, his smile loud in his voice.

I let out a scoff, using his hoodie as a pillow. It smelled like him. The scent evaded my nose, surrounding me with a comfortable smell that only Vico had. A clean, fresh smell with hints of the cologne he used.

To my surprise, the seats underneath me started warming up.

"Better?" Vico asked and I grinned sleepily, pleased to be around someone who thought of all the little things he could do to make life the slightest bit easier for me.

He was constantly thriving to have me comfortable. I couldn't help but feel as if there were more I could do for him too.

"Much better," I whispered, my words muffled as I cuddled into my makeshift pillow.

"Sleepy girl," he murmured, his voice amused.

I was already half way gone—the sound of his voice a distance away. Taking one finally deep breath in, I fell asleep without wasting a second.

Why do I always fall asleep so quickly around Vico?

Never mind the moving car but even at my home or his, it wasn't hard to fall into a dead slumber. Was it the security? The knowledge that I'd be safe even when I couldn't fend for myself? What was it about Vico, as a person, that had me wishing he could be around me constantly just for me to have a good night's rest?