CHAPTER 7: ANNIE
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Annie peeked out the living room curtains, waiting for Patrick. Her hair was still wet from her shower and she’d barely put on any makeup. She refused to try and look nice for him. He was a jerk and she was done with him.
As his car pulled into the driveway she hurried out of her house. She was at the vehicle as soon as it stopped. She hopped into the car as he was getting out.
He climbed back into the driver’s side, frowning at her. “I would’ve—”
“I don’t need you to open the door for me.” Her eyes locked with his. “I don’t need you for anything.” She turned away, blinking to stop the tears. She may not need him but she still wanted him. He looked so good in an old T-shirt and jeans and he smelled delicious. His hair was still damp and his shampoo was dark
