Sneaking a glance, I watched his long fingers drape over the T of the steering wheel and then looked up to his face, seeing his eyes narrowed on the road ahead and the unusually stern expression on his face. His chest rose and fell, steady and controlled, and if there was one thing I knew about Will Grayson III, it was that when he was in control you should worry. Like in the pool last night. When he got serious, he got to me. I looked back down at my lap, breathing hard and feeling a little sick because my body was raging with a lot of different things. I liked it. We crawled closer to my
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