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Sam has known fear for most of his life. The fear of losing his mom, his son and his sister, the fear of meeting his father, even the fear of failure.

But it was a  crawling-at-the-back-of-your-mind kind of fear. Always in the background, capable of being suppressed. He liked having control over it, otherwise it might consume him.

“Wheeeeee!” Zelah stepped hard on the accelerator of his car and he felt his heart thump around in his chest, looking for an exit point. “Oops, I'm not on the right lane!”

The fear that Zelah had instilled in him just a few minutes ago was eating away at his sanity.

“Gently! I'm not ready to die. And grip the wheel tighter.” He struggled to get the words out while holding tight to the armrest. For the fifth time, he questioned himself on why exactly did he let her behind the wheel.

Because she said 'please’. That's why. Wimp.

They were a few streets away from home but he felt like they were years away. Cars honked around them but that just made her laugh harder, while fighting with the wheel. “I really suck at this.”

“No you don't. You just need practice—turn a hard left! Goddamnit, Zee!” He sunk into the chair, safe under his seatbelt.

“You're not dying today, Holden. Relaxx!” She gasped through her laughter. She managed to get the car off the road and parked a few feet away from their apartment building. “See? Still alive.”

He took a minute to breathe properly before unbuckling his seatbelt. “Thanks for the adrenaline rush. Now, I don't have to go running tomorrow.”

“So you can do anything for me” she said, grinning cheekily.

“When I said that, it wasn't an invitation to kill me, Zelah.”

“I would never hurt my nummynumms!” She chucked him under his chin and blew air kisses at him.

He just laughed and kissed the back of her hand, leaning back in his seat. “Really? You won't?”

“Never, ever.” She said with a serious expression, meaning every word. Without many to, they drifted off the driving conversation and hit home.

Sam knew what he had gotten himself into. His fall for her had been slow, like Alice's fall down the tree. But he hit the ground harder than she did.

His every thought had her somewhere in it. Everything he did involved her in some way. His life was intertwined with Zelah's and it wouldn't be pretty if they separated. He was having a hard time thinking about it.

She was his everything.

“Me neither. Not if I can help it.”

She raised a brow and laughed a little. “And if you can't?”

“I'll have to can. There's no other option.” That got a genuine smile out of her. “So we're home. What do you want to do?”

“Well..we could always do something we've never done before.” She smiled suggestively at him and he knew exactly what she meant.

“Okay, it's time for you to come back to your seat.” He opened the door and got out to walk around the car.

“Where are we going? Taking me for a ride?” She stood up in front of him after stepping out, looking up at him with a sly look on her face.

“Sure. How fast do you want me to go?” He pulled her into him, and leaned closer to kiss the side of her neck. Her hold on his hand tightened and she stayed silent.

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