I bury my face in the crook of his neck. The way he smells is so enticing, he smells like an ocean breeze. I could melt into him right now and never resurface. I am trying so hard to shut all of my emotions off, but my feelings for Turner keep trying to claw their way to the surface. It isn’t right for me to be feeling this for him right now. We pull into a parking garage, and he pulls into a spot and shuts the engine off. I am nervous. I have never been to his apartment before. I steal a look at myself in the mirror, and bloody hell I look like a deranged lunatic. My hair is fuzzed out in ten different directions from the humidity. There are streaks of mascara and smudged makeup running down my face. Turner must think I belong in an asylum by the way I appear. My poor Aiden, he will think everyone is going to leave him. First Marla, now the father he never knew. I have got to get it together. I follow Turner to an elevator at the other end of the garage.
