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I wonder, what was he doing so late at school? I thought he left.

Heath drives to the drive-thru he took me before. “Are you hungry?”

I shake my head but my stomach grumbles.

Shoot.

If it wasn’t raining, I would dig my own grave and fling myself in it.

My cheeks flush. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t need to fucking lie to me,” he says in a low, gruff voice.

At the station, he orders a burger and chocolate smoothie for me and gets a bucket of chicken tenders for himself.

Like before, he pays using his credit card. I watch him tip the lady who shoots him a smile, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. So I return it, and she grins at me until Heath closes the window.

I pick up the cold chocolate smoothie and sigh in pleasure as it goes down my throat. I stir and take a long pull when my eyes meet his.

“You like chocolate?” Heath asks, opening his Diet Coke can. His gaze doesn’t steer away from me.

My smile grows. “Ilovechocolate.”

“Of course.” Slowly, his gaze drops to my body.

I follow and see the prominent outline of my blue bra showing through my top. Quickly I cross my arms and turn my body away from him.

Oh my God.

I want to die.

Preferably a quick death.

How could I forget that my clothes were wet?

I flashed him the sight of my bra. And also, the sight of my nipples poking through the material.

“It’s all right.” I hear him speak.

I close my eyes and mutter a few not-so-good words.

“I can see you through the side mirror.”

He’s bluffing.

I check, and sure enough, he can see me.

“I’m sorry.” I reach for my bag and hug it to my chest. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life before.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“You just saw my—”

“Yeah,” he says in a deep voice.

“I didn’t mean to flash you… or whatever.”

“It doesn’t matter.” My chest tightens.

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