Shawn:
She’s finally coming back.
I grip the wheel tighter, keeping my truck right on her ass. Not enough to make her slam on the brakes, but enough to remind her I’m here.
She thinks she’s strong now. That she’s different. But she’s still my Shay.
She still listens to me.
She belongs in my bed, in my apartment, in my life.
I saw her answer a damn phone call. It had to be Kat. Kat always has her claws in Shay, whispering s**t in her ear, turning her against me. I bet it was her idea for Shay to leave in the first place. *She’ll ruin her,* just like she tried before.
Shay doesn’t need Kat. She doesn’t need anyone. She needs *me.*
She’ll see that soon enough.
By the time we get to the apartment, she’ll realize how ridiculous this has all been. She’ll get her stuff, a
