Thomas zipped up his jacket to make sure the skin on his chest was covered entirely. There was nothing he could do about his hands, he didn't think about bringing gloves, but make sure he was careful when he touched her. He ignored the look on her face, that expression of annoyed worry, and offered her a boyish grin that could melt panties off women.
"We'll talk," he assured her, and stepped close. He could smell her shampoo, the Hunger roared its cry, furious and frenzied and wanton within the cage Thomas had built for it in his thoughts. Sweet Justine who it had taken again and again, who had inspired her heady cries, and soft sighs. Thomas contained it though as he took Justine into his arms, using her clothing as a barrier between their skin so he wouldn't get burned. He trusted her when she said he would, he believed her though he had reason to doubt.
He hooked an arm around her back and shoulders, and the other up under her knees, carrying her like a child to bear her the distance to the car. He ignored whatever protest she would level at him, and only relented when they finally got to the Jaguar. He set her on her feet and opened the door.
"I found my keys," he said helpfully, amusement in his tone.