I slap him across the face, my teeth grinding at the sting on my palm from connecting with his cheek. He takes in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and I hate that tears start to burn my eyes. Instead of yelling or begging—for I don’t know what—I exit the kitchen and head up to my room, needing to get away from them. I don’t give a damn what Colt had to say.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. We did what we did. Can’t change it now.
COLTON
“THANKS FOR THE ride,” I tell Finn before jumping out of his car. Since Raylee set mine on fire, I don’t have means of transportation until I buy a new one.
I was going to make her take me to our lunch date with our parents, but I haven’t seen her since she slapped me after I gave Nate back his phone and informed him that we f****d earlier this morning.
