“Tell me what’s wrong, baby girl,” he says, dusting his fingertips over my cheek. “Why were you crying if it’s nothing to do with Toby?” I shake my head. “I’m an idiot, is all.” A deep sigh rumbles through his body and we stay like that for a few beats until he breaks the silence. “You want to come for a ride with me?” No! I want to never see you or go for a ride with you again, Max, because this is too fucking hard. “Yes,” I whisper instead.
