AMY
I stood there for way too long, staring at the empty driveway like he was going to change his mind and come back. He wasn’t. Pete Stones didn’t have second thoughts about coming back to get me. I wanted him to grab me by the wrist and force me into his car, but he did none of that.
I let out a shaky breath, my arms wrapping tighter around me. The wind had picked up, making my bare skin prickle with goosebumps, or maybe that was just the leftover heat from the way he touched me. From the way his voice curled around me like a chain I couldn’t break.
I hated him.
I hated that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he could show up, mess with my head, make me want him, and then walk away like it meant nothing.
It might be nothing to him, but not to me.
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