“Her—you. It was very sweet.” I blush. We climb into his car and ease onto the highway. I count the streetlights tying to think of a way to steer him away from Leah. When we pull off at his exit, I am swearing under my breath. We are blocks away from his high-rise and if I don't want to be caught. I have to do something—and fast. “Can you pull over?” “What? Are you sick?” I shake my head as he steers us into a shopping plaza. “Olivia?” We are parked helter-skelter in a Wendy’s parking lot, and I am inappropriately thinking about a Frosty. Then I get an idea. “Can we go camping? To that place you saw in that magazine?” After we get a Frosty? I add in my head. Caleb’s brow furrows and I wither in my seat. He is going to say no, tell me I am weird and crazy. “Please,”
