Caden
Her voice echoes after me as I shut the front door and step off the porch.
“How do you have my number?”
I don’t answer. She doesn’t need to know I’ve had it for weeks. The air is muggy as I walk down her driveway toward my car. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, and I can still feel her lips on mine.
Fucking get it together.
I pick up my pace. Her voice is still fresh in my mind.
For f**k’s sake, the way she said “Fine.”
I smirk. She said yes, and it should feel like a win, but it doesn’t.
I don’t know what the f**k I’m doing.
I jog around the corner to my car and yank the door open, sliding in and slamming it shut hard enough to rattle the window. My hands grip the wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. My heart’s pounding, and it’s as if I never left her room. My mind i
