AVA CLAYTON
I can't believe this, I thought to myself, my gaze stuck on the road. We actually went back for the outfit. I'm actually going to go to his bedroom for the first time. I'm going to be dancing for him. What will it lead to? What if... what if we end up going too far? No, I don't want to, not before I turn eighteen. That's what Mom always said. Don't lose it until you're an adult--
"Hey," his voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I bit my lip. I didn't dare to glance at him. My cheeks were flushed. "You've been awfully quiet. And lost. What's wrong?"
I shook my head.
"Use your voice, Duckling. Don't wanna get the car crashed trying to look at you."
"It's nothing."
"It's definitely something," he replied, as we pulled over in front of a huge gate.
My eyes widened slight
