Looking back he realized most of his thoughts about Heidi had been physical appraisal or cursing the drama. That’s not entirely true. I thought she was a kindred spirit, someone looking for freedom, like me, like Kent, but I guess I want something different now. Or maybe freedom looks different than it used to. Sure, Kendra might not be considered dance club sexy or super model sexy, but the more time he spent with her the more attractive she became to him until, in his mind, she outshone even the celebrities on the magazine covers.
And now she’s giving me a chance. Me.
She pulled into the yard and parked beside his car, her pulse already picking up speed, her hands feeling clammy inside her gloves. I wonder if I can still change my mind, if I can get out of this car without kissing him?
