“Well.” He pushes away from the truck, and suddenly ice solidifies in the air between us. Those shoulders of his are now tense beneath the thin cotton of his tee. “Travel safe, then.” And as quick as a flash, he’s fishing his keys out of his back pocket and is on the move, opening the cab of his truck without so much as another look in my direction. I make a start toward him. “Wait, I need to pay you back for the gas.” God, I’ve fucked this all up. “Don’t worry about it.” He swings up into the driver’s side and slams the door. The giant black truck roars to life as he revs the accelerator,
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