He exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes flick between me and the car, clearly rattled but not angry. “Yeah… yeah. See you inside,” he says quietly, opening the door and giving me a careful look before stepping out.
As he walks away, I slam my hand on the steering wheel, letting every ounce of frustration and fury out. Damn Justin. Damn him for getting into my head. I hope his pillow is always too hot on one side and too cold on the other, every single night.
Parking the car, I fling the door open and shut it so hard it rattles the frame.
If Sean’s not good enough, maybe I can fix him or drag him along. Just because he’s slow doesn’t mean I throw him away. After all, I’m the one who kissed someone else while his only flaw is being human.
I haven’t heard the so-called
