Chapter 9

Alexa

The ride back home was the longest and most uncomfortable one I have ever had the ill fate of talking. No one talked to each other. The tension was so thick you could taste it. James kept looking over his shoulders to look at us, instead of at us. I found myself wishing we would get into an accident. That would be a coward's escape from having to face the people back home. Emma moved over and reached for my hand. I took and and she squeezed hard, her hands warm and reassuring in mine. I squeezed hers back, hoping to give her the same reassurance I felt with her.

“You didn't tell me how last night was,” she whispered.

I looked at her, “Not now.” She nodded and went back to being quiet. My mind went back to the handsome stranger I gave myself to last night. My feet tingling at the thought of him. The rush of heat to my face and the roots of my hair at the trail of kisses he left on my neck. I lost myself last night. I let go of the worries of tonight and let the memories wash ove