She didn’t understand why she didn’t just tell Bill to go fuck himself when he’d said he wanted her to drive him back. And then buy her dinner? You know, normal guys do buy their dates dinner. This is not a date! Yeah, she knew she could lie to herself all she wanted, it’d still be a date. The date they didn’t get to have. The date she’d nuked by skipping the second class and standing him up. Yes, that was all on her, and she knew it. At the very least, she should have contacted the club to forward her apologies. But then she’d run into him the next night at the mall, and it had totally thrown off her equilibrium. That wasn’t a state she was used to. At all. “Tell me about the scars on your back.” She nearly slammed on the brakes. “What?” “The scars on your back.
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