Alex Thorne
The ride back was quiet.
Too quiet. And I was too embarrassed. Madison was looking out of the window, grinning ear-to-ear. She clearly enjoyed the event.
And I couldn't stop replaying it — her voice, her smirk, the way she'd looked at me when she'd called me "definitely more handsome." bigger.
That line had done things to me I wasn't ready to admit.
"Why are you staring?" she said suddenly, her tone quiet but edged with something uncertain.
I smirked, leaning slightly toward her. "You handled yourself well back there."
"That sounds dangerously close to a compliment," she murmured without looking at me.
"Maybe it is."
Her lips twitched — just enough to betray that she was holding back a smile.
"I enjoyed the event." She said as she leaned against
