Your apartment, which happened to be the building Christian owned, was only 20 minutes away. Christian rested his forearm on the steering wheel - an action that had no right being as attractive as it was. His eyes grazed the snowflakes drifting onto your shoulder before they met yours again. The soft click of a door unlocking interrupted your thoughts. "Get in the car, Ms.Alonso. Or I'll get out and drag you in myself."