“I’m not really sure. He didn’t know specifics.” He looks over at me, concern written in his expression as he tries to read mine.
“Why don’t you ask Drew if you can tag along? Tell him you’ll be bored or something.” I really don’t want to go without him.
really“You just want me as your secret s*x toy, don’t you?” He grins, and I want to smack that smile right off his cocky face.
“Now I remember why I hated you so much,” I tease. I check my phone for any messages from my mom or Drew, and there are none. Why the hell didn’t she call me? Why didn’t he?
Why the hell didn’t she call me? Why didn’t he?“Hate is really the sister of love,” he retorts, flashing a mocking grin.
“Hate is also the cousin of murder,” I fire back. His head falls back with laughter as he shakes his head at me. “Good
