CHAPTER 21: Close contact.
“Creighton!” I whisper, but he ignores me, still focused on the door he’s trying to open. “Creighton!”
“Shhh,” he growls over his shoulder, then goes back to the door, trying to open it with my hair clip.
Why am I doing this?
“Creighton!”
“Just watch,” he growls again over his shoulder.
My hands are sweating from nerves and fear. Adrenaline runs through my veins like a drug, making my heart pound.
Again… why am I doing this?
“Aurora, just watch!”
A nearly hysterical laugh escapes my mouth at the way he says it. Like watching while he forces a door open is an easy task!
“Hurry, Creighton!”
“Shh!”
Oh my God.
I run my hands over my dress, drying the sweat on the fabric, looking around to make sure no one sees us.
“If the cops catch us…”
“They won’t ca
