I look around, only to be greeted with a couple getting into their car and a guy talking on the phone at the far end.
Of course it’s nothing.
Why would I think he’s watching me when he hasn’t done it in weeks?
My chest deflates as I stand by my car’s door and pull out my phone to send a text in the girls’ group chat.
Cecily:I’m going home.
Ava:No, come back, Cecy. It’s no fun without you.
I appreciate her saying that, even though she thinks I’m too responsible and stiff to actually live.
But none of them know that I’ve already done something. The night I drove to that cottage and gave Jeremy the green light to ravage me was the day I felt the most alive in my whole life.
None of my friends will find out about it, though, because they might look at me as if I were a freak.
Glyndon:What she said.
Ava:Remi said of course you’re leaving first, because you’re a nerdy prude and can’t handle fun times.
Cecily:Remi’s opinion doesn’t matter.
Ava:OMG!! You’re letting him get away with it? I only said that so you’d come back and put him in his place.
I’d rather preserve that energy to read my mangas all night long, thank you very much.
Cecily:Night. Don’t get too drunk. I mean it.
I’m about to tell Glyn to keep an eye on her, but I get a glimpse of a shadow in the car’s window.
It’s only for a moment in time.
A fraction of a second is all it takes for me to get caught in dark eyes.
The same eyes that I can’t forget about, despite trying to. Despite convincing myself that he’s nothing more than a devil and I should be thankful he’s no longer interested in me.
My mouth opens, but he slams a hand over it. A large, masculine hand that steals my breath.
Or maybe that’s not the entire reason behind my inability to breathe or the shaking in my limbs.
“Shh. Not a sound.”
I gulp and that makes me taste him. The hint of cologne, wood, and leather mixed with his natural scent.
Something that I couldn’t forget even if I tried.
“You’re coming with me.”
My body quivers for an entirely different reason as I spin around and shove at his chest.
I put all my strength behind the hit, too, completely unconcerned about the fact that he could subdue me in no time. Or that I’m no match for him physically.
“I’m going nowhere with you.” I pant. “We’re already over.”
And he ignored me.
He ghosted me.