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I don’t want to cause a scene, so I oblige.
He stares at his jacket in my hands and silently commands me to put it back on.
I give in to that, too.
“We make a run for it on three,” he says. “One…Two…”
We both rush toward the car and instead of heading to his side, he goes to mine and opens the door.
He immediately turns on the heated seats and I stare straight ahead as he drives.
“I’m sorry our date got cut short,” he says. “If I’d known they were coming, I would’ve taken you elsewhere.”
I say nothing.
“You still have a couple hours before curfew. You want to go someplace else?”
I look out the window.
“Scarlett, say something.”
No…
He suddenly pulls onto a shoulder and turns on the hazard lights. Then he unbuckles his seatbelt.
“I’m sick of this shit,” he says. “What the fuck is the problem now, Scarlett?”
“The same one that’ll never go away.”
“And how is that my fault?”
“It’s no one’s fault, it’s fucking reality and I wish it wasn’t.”
“Again—” He glares at me. “How is thatmyfault?”
“You really have no idea how it feels to want something so badly but know you can’t have it?”
“You think I don’t want you as badly as you want me?” He hisses. “I’ve told you time and time again how much I do, and you brush it away because you think your feelings are more valid than mine.”
“I think you believe that you can have your cake and eat it too.”
“How the fuck does that make any sense?”
“You get to have a girlfriend during the day and her identical sister for a mistress at night.” I shrug. “You know, it’s a win-win for you if anything ever happens to me. You’ll just go for Tully and no one will be none the wiser.”
He glares at me, but I don’t care.
“You should go ahead and fuck her for some insurance, because you’ll never fuck me.”
“I’m never fucking her.” he says, leaning over the seat. “And I need you to stop fucking with me.”
“You can’t control how I feel, Easton.”
“I’d rather make you feel something else.” He kisses me before I can respond, sliding a hand through my hair.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, he whispers, “Stop fighting me,” against my lips.
I stare into his eyes as his hand moves up my thigh, pushing my dress with it. Still kissing me, his fingers find the strings on my bikini and slowly untie them.
