After a few minutes, she blinked and sat up, dazed.
When she was sitting up, she realized that she'd actually been lying in Tris's car. The seat was now fully reclined, just like a cot.
The top of the car was open, and she was covered in his jacket.
The nice smell of his tobacco filled her nose.
Maggie reached out and open the door, and Justin, who was standing not far away smoking, heard the noise, thumbed out the cigarette and came over.
"Awake?" Perhaps it's because he'd just smoked, his voice sounded a little hoarse, but this hoarseness was just right, so magnetic and rugged, just like a the feeling of a slow hand brushing past her heart.
"Mm." Maggie responded, and somehow felt a bit hot on her face. She thought, she'd probably drunken too much.
"Then go in." He pulled open the
