“Good luck, Huck,” he whispers before wheeling his bike away. His shoulder brushes mine, sending an involuntary shiver through me, and before I know what I’m doing, my hand is gripped around his arm, pulling him toward me. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the driveway in broad daylight—I need to kiss him. At least just once, even if it’s the last time. Even if it’s to say goodbye to whatever this is between us. Just one kiss, and then we can go back to the fucked up way we were before. But right before our mouths collide, he’s snarling in my face. “Why the fuck did you tell the cops
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