***Olivia's POV*** My palm still throbbed with a painful heat, a physical reminder of the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see the dark pier or the cold wind. I felt the graze of his lips against my skin. I heard the rasp of my own name in his throat. "You’re quiet," Drake said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He looked perfectly fine, rested even, oblivious, and entirely too casual for someone who had abandoned me. "I didn't sleep," I said, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears. "Rough night? I told you, I felt bad about the wallet thing, Liv. But you made it back, right? There's no harm." The casual dismissal stung worse than the belt ever could. "No harm? Drake, I was stranded. My phone was dead, I had no money with me... I was terrified." "But you’re fine now." He reached over, his hand sliding up my thigh, his thumb hooking into the hem of my skirt. "In fact, you look kind of glowy. I like it. Why don't we find a spot to park? I'
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