“I don’t trust you,” she adds immediately. “Or myself.”
That almost makes me laugh.
Before I can answer she’s already opening the door.
“Emily.”
Too late.
She jumps out of the car and practically runs toward the building.
I sit there watching her.
Yeah, I’m completely screwed.
I shake my head the second Emily disappears into her dorm. She really said she doesn’t trust me or herself.
Yeah. Same problem here.
I sit there for a second longer than necessary, hands still on the steering wheel, replaying the way she ran off like the kiss meant something huge to her. Which it did. It meant something huge to me too.
Then I finally start the car again and zoom off. Because now I have a bigger problem.
There is no way in hell I’m marrying Bianca. Not after tonight.
Not after finding m
