Isabelle The sudden confession startled me. We stayed tangled in the driver’s seat, my skirt bunched around my waist, his hands still gripping my hips as our breathing slowly returned to normal. The windows were completely fogged, the car filled with the evidence of what we had just done.“Isabelle,” Lucas whispered, his forehead pressed to mine. “Talk to me, I cannot keep pretending this is nothing. I have feelings for you, actual real feelings, I have been fighting them for so long and I am done, I want you.”“Lucas... we should go home,” I stammered, my voice barely working as I climbed off his lap and back into the passenger seat. My hands shook while I fixed my clothes. “Right now, we cannot stay here.”He reached for my hand but I pulled it away. “Isabelle, please. Do not shut me out, I meant every word. I am in love with you, I have been even when I was pushing you away.”“I said we should go home,” I repeated, staring straight ahead. “Drive, Lucas, I cannot talk about this
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