C38 Chapter 38

Melia’s pov

Rays of sun streamed into the car as we sped along the winding coastal road, the scent of the ocean filling the air as the city slowly faded behind us. Bastian’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing soothing circles through the fabric of my dress. Apparently, he’d driven all the way to the boutique himself without Johns.

I tried to focus on his touch