HAZEL
I choke on my breath. He leans back, unbothered.
“I wouldn’t have let you,” I grit out.
And now we’re just staring at each other, eyes locked, unflinching, like neither of us is willing to look away first.
“Really? Because I feel like you're lying to me,” he says, voice low, deliberate. Then he leans back, his smirk sliding into place. “Because I remember you grinding on me. I remember how hard you kissed me back. And I remember the lust in your eyes, the hunger....how much you wanted me.”
I swallow, but I don’t look away. “That wasn’t for you.”
His jaw tenses.
“I was thinking about somebody else,” I finish, quietly but firmly.
That gets him. He looks away first.
I guess I win this round.
The silence stretches between us as the car glides forward through the city. Then, sud
