He leaned his head against the headrest and looked at me, though his glance was a bit low to be pointed at my face. “I don’t know.” I took my hand off the door handle, kind of hoping I wouldn’t have to leave. “Are you going to the dance tomorrow night?” he suddenly asked. I wanted to tell him I knew the difference between my house and an off-road trail.īefore anything dumber could leave my mouth, my fingers gripped the cold door handle, and I looked at him, hopefully, one last time. I wanted to say “I love you.” I wanted to pathetically beg him to take me back But he just sat there with his hand on the shifter, looking straight ahead, like the last two hours never even happened. I waited for him to kiss me, or to walk me to my door. “You said you have to go home…?” Luke reminded me. “This isn’t an off-road trail!” I blurted stupidly. We rode in silence until my house came into view. He put the car in gear and backed out of the parking spot. I wanted to go back to our spot in the middle of nowhere. He rubbed his hands together and put them in front of the heater. He sat in his seat for a while, the heat blowing full blast. He just opened the door for me, I got in, and he shut it. My hand as we walked to his Jeep, but he didn’t.
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