Becca
Two days went by quicker than I thought they ever could, and before I knew it, I was loading all of my stuff back into my car with Neal at my side as he tried to convince me to stay, or at least convince me he would fly me back instead of me driving my car.
No matter how much he tried to persuade me, though, I couldn’t let him do that. It was a sweet gesture, but I had to be independent, and even with us sleeping together or whatever else this was, I didn’t want people to think I was relying on him for everything.
“I can’t believe that you won’t let me help you,” he sighed as he placed my last bag into my trunk. “I don’t like the thought of you driving.”
Giving a soft laugh, I turned to him, raising a brow, and smiled as I closed the trunk. “You have said that multiple times now, but again, I will be fine. Honestly, you worry too much.”
“I don’t worry enough, Becca.”
