Chapter 50

Saint POV

I dropped her off at home and watched as she got out of the car and strode into the house, her ass guided by her petite waist swayed side by side with each step she took. 

She looked cute. 

I remember how cute and innocent she had been when I'd seen her the morning after waking up from being shot and all I had just wanted was to take her in my arms and shield her away from any future danger, stopping her from experiencing it. 

I found myself biting down on my lower lip and thinking of how soft her skin always felt under my touch. I wanted to feel it once more. Just once. 

But again, I knew I needed to stop if I wanted to not make the feelings I had for her grow any deeper. 

Fuck. 

Did I just admit to liking her? 

No. That wasn't it. I didn't like her that way. 

It wasn't feelings. It had to be something else. Maybe I was just nice to her cause she just lost her sister. And maybe because I just