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My eyes widened even more, and I sank back down in the seat. “Oh my God!”

Akio peered over the seat, then widened his eyes and sank back down. “Oh my God!”

We both looked over again to see Mr. Avery now setting Sakura on the hood of her car and kissing down her body to her open legs.

“Oh my God!” we said in unison.

Sakura Sato and one of our teachers.

One of our married teachers?!

“Do you think they can see us?” Akio asked.

“Of course not,” I whispered, heart racing. I clutched his hand. “If they saw our cars, then they wouldn’t have stopped.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Akio!” I exclaimed. “Stop looking.”

“They’re having sex in the middle of the road! How can I not?”

A giggle bubbled up my throat. “Because it’s private.”

“But they’re doing it in public.”

When Akio peeked up again, I tackled him until we fell back on the seat, him lying down and me on top of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled as that pretty mouth laughed. I playfully slapped his shoulder.

“Why do I get the feeling you wanted me to do this all along?” I asked.

“Hmm …” His grin widened, the moonlight glimmering off his brown eyes. “I don’t know.”

Once my laughter died down, I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, listening to the constant pounding of rain on the car and the fast racing of his heart.

I’m declaring this the most normal thing I’ve ever done.

I didn’t care what anyone said.

Sleeping at the Overlook with the guy I am falling in love with seems pretty normal to me, right?

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FIVE

NICOLE

The crashing of waves woke me from my sleep. I blinked my eyes open to the blazing sun on my face and shifted in the backseat of Akio’s car. He gently moved his hands through my hair in soothing circles, and all I wanted was to doze back off.

But we had school, and I didn’t want him to be late.

I lifted my head off his bare chest, only to see him already awake.

His eyes widened, as if he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t, and he pulled his hand away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” I said. A pink imprint of the seat belt covered the right side of his face. I turned onto my belly and reached up to draw my fingers against it. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not that long.”

“How long?”

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