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I sit in the front seat, pulling my hair over my shoulder and smoothing it
down. After we finished, he climbed in the front and drove us out of the
drive-in, while I stayed hidden in the back, getting dressed.
I chew on the corner of my mouth, worry setting in. The truck was
definitely moving.
Anyone could’ve seen me climbing in before that, and everyone knows
it’s his truck. Not to mention, he’s being quiet now, driving and not even
looking at me.
Typical guy. Say all the things you need to get into her pants, but all
those strong feelings and hot whispers fade when you get what you want,
doesn’t it?
Whatever.
I fasten my seatbelt. The drive-in is behind us and the road ahead dark
and empty. “I left my purse in Lyla’s car,” I say more to myself. “I’ll have
to make up something for why I left and how I got home.”
“Well, good thing lying’s not hard for you.”