I can’t move. I want very desperately to pop down off the car and sprint away from this hideous moment, but my traitorous limbs won’t comply. Half of me is still dumb on endorphins, still feeling his hands on my skin and in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his frantic breath fanning my cheeks. The other half of me is mortified by the way he just brushed me off so easily. And just like that, the mystery’s gone. The words ring in my ears. I’ll be hearing them on repeat until my thirty-fifth birthday. The past five minutes will officially go down in history as the very best and the very worst
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