LORI
I didn’t say a word the whole ride back. I just leaned into him, arms around his waist, helmet clutched too tight, wind slapping against my bare legs. My chest felt like it’d been stuffed with concrete and glitter. By the time we pulled up to the dorm steps, I was shaking from all the stuff I hadn’t screamed yet.
I climbed off the bike, snatched the helmet off my head, tossed it at him with zero grace, and turned to go, my fingers already curling into fists. He caught my wrist before I could storm off like a victorious queen in a drama series finale.
“Lori,” he said, voice low, breath warm on my cheek, “you’re not going in like this.”
I yanked my arm, and he yanked it back harder, tugging me right into him.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“We’re done talking.”
“We haven’t even started.”
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