“Hop in, babe.” Heat creeps up my neck and stains my cheeks. He had to call me babe, didn’t he? Why does he live to torment me? I shoot him a look of warning, then look back over at Pastor James. “I’ll see you Wednesday.” “Yes, I’ll see you then,” he replies, his voice faintly resigned. I open the passenger door and slide in. I no more than get it shut and I feel Carter’s hand move to the nape of my neck. He grabs me and pulls me in for an aggressive kiss, just in case the “babe” didn’t get his point across. When he finishes kissing me and nips my bottom lip, I want to sink into the seat and
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