“I’ll drive you,” I say. She cuts me a glare so harsh it’s like a knife. “Screw you.” And with that, she grabs her bag and doesn’t spare Cole a glance as she storms out of the Meet Up. I remain standing there, ignoring Cole’s smirk and my state of nakedness. All I can think about is the last look she gave me: anger mingled with disappointment. Merde.
