He sat down on the front passenger seat, watching as you climbed into the car with him. "I hope you don't mind me being such a mother hen," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "but I think we need to take this trip slowly. It can be too much for a girl like you."

As he sat there with you in the warm sunshine of their escape, Edmundo couldn't help feeling a deep sense of relaxation wash over him.

Edmundo leaned back against the seat, his fingers wrapping around the armrests. "It's going to be okay," he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours briefly before returning to the road. As they drove along, Edmundo felt a profound peace washing over him as he watched the scenery pass by. He knew it wasn't just the beautiful landscape that made him feel so comfortable here; it was Sherraa too, who had become a part of him.