*Kai*

As my car travels swiftly through the nearly vacated streets, I fight not to be disappointed that she had chosen the car over a bed in my hotel. I have an irrational urge for her to christen every single one of them. I knew eventually we would end up in the car together because I had instructed Jones to stay out of sight for an hour and then return with the news that no cabs were to be found. Although she doesn’t want me kissing her, and doesn’t want me touching her, I insisted on traveling with her.

I can’t explain this irrational need I have just to be...