“Thank you,” I whisper. “For driving me home.” For a split second, I think he might actually say something back. But instead, he looks me up and down slowly, taking in my after-sex appearance, and draws his gaze away from me with a shake of his head. He’s disappointed. Kade lights another cigarette and turns his rock music up loud enough to wake my stepfamily before speeding off without giving me another glance. Yep. He still despises me. And after what I did to him, he has every reason to.
