Twelve
We sat like that for I don’t know how long? Finally, Hawk pulled away. He ran his hand down the side of my face as though testing my skin for realness.
“I need to go,” he said.
I tried to hop off him. He lifted my hips and placed me back in the passenger seat. Then he leaned his back against the driver’s door and stared at me. He reached over and straightened my skirt. Then he turned and climbed out the door.
He came around to the passenger door and let me out. He took my hand and didn’t let it go. I thought he’d say goodbye and leave me in the street. Instead, he asked which was my building.
He walked me to my dormitory. Walked me up to my floor. Once there, we stood outside my door, facing each other.
“You got a roommate?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I’m a senior. Only freshme
