efore getting in. Gina had lived in mansions all her life, Scott was sure she wanted to live in her old house, the house she grew up in but she

ck seat while the driver was in the front seat. This wasn't the first time being in a car with her he just wasn't used to sitting so close to her, that familiar scent of perfume and shampoo hit him at the right spot. He was a werewolf so those kinds of scents were strong. They went to the airport and got on a plane for their trip to Michigan. Sitting in a plane next to her was way worse cause they were really close to each other. Sometimes Scott would fantasize about kissing her but he ruled that thought out. "Are you okay?" She asked him. "Oh, who me?" He giggled. "yeah I'm good." Gina stared at him because she wasn't convinced. "Scott if you don't like flying on air then just—" "No, no no it's not that I'm fine I'm totally fine." "Okay then, if you say so." She grabbed a magazine and flipped it open. He just sat there and he let his thoughts lead the way. He wanted to ask if seeing Dave again was a good idea but like she said, it was none of his business. After two hours they got off the plane and a car was waiting for them outside the airport. Gina shook the driver's hand and got into the car the driver who was young and good-looking shook Scott's hand and Scott followed Gina into the car. The fact that Gina wanted to go to a Motel and not a hotel screamed humility. She said she wanted to spend two nights at a hotel because she wanted to know what it felt like. She thought hotels were boring. A rich girl from New Orleans choosing a motel over a five-star hotel wasn't something you saw every day. He didn't want to tell her, he didn't want to say anything but he said it anyway. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go back to being together with Dave." He blurted out and Gina shot him a confused gaze. "What?" He was shaking. "I— I don't want you seeing Dave anymore." Shit, no not like that. He thought, resisting the urge to slap himself. "Scott where's all this coming from?" She asked. "It's just that, he treated you badly and I watched you cry over this guy. Hell, do you even know why he left?" Scott knew he was beginning to sound jealous. Gina was about to open her mouth but then she heard an exploding sound. The car began to screech. Gina fell on top of Scott and Scott held onto her. The driver was in one position because he had his seat belt on. The tire of the car must have busted, but what could have caused it? Gina, looked around and they were in the middle of nowhere, the motel was probably close by. "What happened?" Gina