Chapter Nineteen
“So that was kind of weird,” Justin said.
“Which part?”
Last night, her father had given her and Justin a polite cold shoulder and made sure they didn’t have a moment to themselves, including making sure she went alone to Ivy’s to try on a frumpy pink dress that did little for her. This morning, he’d also given her the third degree over why Justin was picking her up when she had a truck and could drive herself.
He gave a rich deep chuckle that broke through the icy tension as he swept his fingers through his hair, drawing her attention to his large hands, having her remembering so much of what he could do with just a touch, skimming over her naked skin. She didn’t think she could get enough of the way he touched every part of her or of being close to him, and for a sec
