He lunges forward, and I let out a sharp squeal. We’re in the middle of the parking lot of a rest stop, but no one gives a shit. He grabs my hips and tosses me over his shoulder, then breaks into a run. “She’s my real girlfriend!” Miles yells. I shake my head and laugh. What the fuck is wrong with us? “Fake,” I cry out. “Fake girlfriend!” He slaps my ass.
