AMARANTA POV
* Born With a Broken Heart - Damiano David*
The road stretched ahead of us in a long pale ribbon carved through miles of snow, the tires of Garrett’s blue SUV humming softly against the frozen asphalt while the mountains of Montana rose in the distance like quiet guardians watching our approach, and I couldn’t decide whether the knot twisting slowly in my stomach was anxiety, nostalgia, or the very inconvenient fact that my mate was driving with one hand on the steering wheel while wearing nothing but a black t-shirt that hugged his shoulders like it had been personally designed to test my sanity.
Because seriously.
Forearms.
Those damn forearms.
They flexed every time he adjusted the wheel, muscles shifting under warm tan skin in a way that made it painfully obvious he
