Though bound to a wheelchair, Davis had gotten quiet skilled in hugging her to himself anytime he wants to as though she weighed nothing at all.
Jessica often found herself wondering if she was truly that light—or if he was simply that strong. In his arms, she didn't feel like a woman burdened with pain; she felt weightless, like someone deserving of love.
Her eyes darted around the hospital parking lot, paranoia rising in her chest. The thought of their embrace and cuddling in the parking lot making it to the tabloids sent a cold wave of anxiety through her. But in the warmth of his hold, all that fear melted. He had come… for her.
Davis held her tightly, his expression calm, but his eyes were blazing with emotions too fierce to hide. For the past hour, he hadn't let go. He sat there in his chair, gripping her like the world might fall apart if he loosened his hold.
