“Fine,” I say on a resigned exhale. “But if we get in trouble, I’m saying you kidnapped me.” I swear, I’m like one of those kids who touches a hot stove after you tell them not to, even though they know they’re going to get burned. A soft giggle bubbles out of her, and I can’t help the subtle smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth. “We won’t get in trouble,” she replies.
