Chapter 100 Wmu 8

• 8
• Lena’s POV
• We didn’t tell anyone where we were going. He didn’t even tell me. He just packed a bag, tossed one at me and told me to bring something warm, comfortable, and make it something I could take off fast. The drive to wherever it was was quiet, the windows down, wind in my hair. His hand was on the gearshift and it was close enough that I could feel the heat of his skin. He didn’t look at me much, and I didn’t as where we were going. I didn’t need to.