Her hair was a wild halo on the leather, her dress hiked up, her eyes wide with a sudden, sharp clarity.
"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't, Cole."
"Maya—"
"No," she said, her voice growing stronger as she sat up, pushing me off her. I moved to the other side of the seat, the space between us suddenly feeling like an ocean. "I won't be one of the girls on your record. I won't be another name you check off just to prove you could do it. I’m definitely not whatever you think I am."
"I don't see you like that," I said, my voice cracking with a sincerity that felt like a weakness. "Maya, listen to me. I haven't even looked at another girl since—"
"Stop," she cut me off, her hand up. She adjusted her dress, her movements frantic. "Just stop. I want to go h
