“I wanted to hold on to the night we had just spent together. It felt like a goodbye. One last ride before leaving. The more I held on, the more she pulled away. God, was this what it was like to be a chick? I was the one who pulled away, the one who needed space. I was thrown for a loop. “I have to go home and change for work.” Grace pulled her jeans on. “Can I give you a ride?” She shook her head. “I’ll take a cab.” “Grace.” I gave her a look that clearly said that was not happ...ening. “Fine, give me a ride then.” She huffed out a breath and searched for her shoes. I got changed quickly and found her waiting by the door, an impatient look on her face. Gone was the sadness from the night before, and in its place was anger. I was ill equipped to deal with either. The drive was awkward, neither of us knew how to be around each other at the moment.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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