Chapter 11

Then there was the crushing humiliation, the intense mortification of losing my shit at the dude who stopped us. And that got a thousand times worse as Alex glared at me, annoyance still written across his face as he refused to let me get away without telling him what I was talking about.

"Well?" he asked testily as I froze.

"Can we talk about it somewhere else?" I asked quietly.

"What? I just had to—"

"Please, Alex." My voice shook and I turned even redder, more pissed at myself for sounding pathetic than I was embarrassed. "Just your car, even?"

He almost said no. Then he studied me for a moment, sighed, and jerked his head towards the parking lot. We said nothing as we walked through the lot, save for Alex pointing out which car was his and me mumbling a quick "thank you" as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Flustered" and "flattered" were then added to the growing list of emotions I was experiencing.

He got into the driver's seat but didn't turn the key. I tried to collect my