Page 43 of The Wrong One

“I know,” he said, chuckling. “I’m so glad we decided to go to the drive-in. I wasn’t going to ask you, because I thought it was too far-fetched. I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.”

I pulled away from him, but I couldn’t move. I was completely exhausted, and I couldn’t even open my eyes.

“How much longer do you think this movie has?” I murmured.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “Looking for round two?”

“While I appreciated the spontaneity, I’m not sure we were able to live up to our full potential in this backseat. I’m thinking a bed might have been nice.”

“I have a bed,” he offered.

“So, do I,” I replied.

“Come over,” he said. “Stay the night with me.”

It was a huge ask. It was what I wanted, but did I dare? I obviously knew what was going to happen when we got to his place. I wanted it.

I wanted him. I wanted to stay the night with him. The logical side of my brain was telling me to be cautious and to wait, but I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to stay the night with Cam.

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Now, we need to see if we can untangle ourselves from this very small backseat. I thought it was much bigger.”

“You’re not exactly a small man,” I joked.

I pushed off him while he swung his legs out and buttoned his pants. He dangled what was left of my panties from his finger. “Oops.”

I snatched them out of his hand. “I don’t think that was an oops, but I don’t mind.”

“Do we do the walk of shame and get into the front seat?” he asked.

“Might as well do it now.” I shrugged. “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about seeing them again.”

My messy bun was more like a wrecked bun. I pulled the tie out of my hair and quickly ran my fingers through it.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I am.”

We both opened the back doors. A woman a few cars over shook her head and looked at me with disgust. I burst into laughter and got into the front seat.

“What’s that about?” he asked.

“We are officially busted.”

“The windows are nearly a black-out tint,” he said. “No one saw anything.”

“I’m sure the rocking car and us both in the backseat was enough for them to figure it out.”

“Oh well,” he said. “Do you want to stay and see who survives and will be appearing in the sequel?”

“No,” I answered. “I couldn’t care less. I don’t plan on seeing the sequel. Technically, I don’t think I saw the first one. I was a little distracted.”

He leaned across the center console and kissed me. “Then let’s go back to my place and get really distracted.”

“That sounds perfect.” I smiled.

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