er's familiar sports car parked outside. He was leaning against it, trying to look c

comfortable, unassuming, and most importantly, it made me look vulnerable. I had even smudged my eyeliner just a little, as if I'd been crying or

r was nestled safely i

and pushed open th

le not quite reaching his ey

berately soft and a little shaky. "Y

eigning concern as he opene

and me... we haven't been getting along. I just wa

ulder as I got into the car. "Chloe's excited. She t

past life, I had soaked up those words li

activated the recorder with a discreet click. The app on my pho

you excited about that big interns

were already laying the gr

voice waver. "I haven't heard back ye

kept my answers short and timid. As we got close

y phone. "She says she's running about

She would arrive late to make a grand

ce crossing his face before he smoothed it over.

r," I said, wringing my hands. "Can we

tch, clearly antsy.

as my

se. "I think I smudged my makeup. Is it b

cker of impatience in his e

dy myself by placing my hand on his chest, right on the lapel of his trendy jacket. In that single, fluid motion, I let the small, magnetic recorder slip

giving him a weak smile. "Sorry

ly wanted to get out of the car. "Let

The thumping bass from Club Neon wa

IP room upstairs," he said,

owded club. The bouncer nodded at Brandon, and we went straight up the private stair

I'm gonna go grab us some drinks. You just...

I said

towards the stairs. He clearly intended to meet up wi

my lips for the first time that night. H

stairs and out the front door of the club, disappearing into the cool nig