CHAPTER 2
ARIANA
I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together because I was still throbbing from what his fingers had done. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Let’s go. My car’s closer.”
He nodded fast, grabbing our stuff, half-empty popcorn buckets dumped in the trash on the way out, jackets slung over arms to hide the obvious mess we’d made. The hallway was empty, the lobby too, just the distant hum of a vacuum somewhere. We burst out into the parking lot, cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My car was in the back row, shadowed under a flickering lamp. I fumbled for my keys, hands shaking.
“Backseat,” he said suddenly, voice urgent as he snatched the keys from me. “Get in the backseat, Ari.”
I didn’t argue. Climbed in quick, heart slamming. He followed right after. The windows were
