Lydia's Pov

I stopped arguing with him, I had no interest in going forward. I just wanted to get home or probably to his cottage, take a cold shower, and sleep 12 hours straight because I had nothing to be afraid of when he was around me.

In the car, there was dead silence, and I felt quite uncomfortable. Do you know? Those things were not his like him, he liked. Perhaps he felt I might not like it or something. I sighed as I place my head against the seat and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I flushed, my cheeks burning in addition. Memories of the things he did to...