Once her eyes fell to her plate, she hadn’t looked back up. I wanted to get up, pull her into my arms and demand to know what made her so sad. “Did you have fun with Shelly?” I asked over the table, desperate for her to speak to me. Wes nodded and s...
Kicked. Me. Out. Are those even fucking words? I seriously never thought I’d hear those words. Get out? Yeah, right.My hands curl around the steering wheel to my pickup. She did not just shut the door in my damn face. If my mouth wasn’t hanging to the ground I would go back and make her kiss me. ...