Chapter Eight AvaI can’t say for certain what it was that woke me. Maybe it was the uneasy feeling deep in my stomach that something was off. It’s more likely, however, that it was Barrett’s headlights shining directly through my bedroom window. Either way, I haven’t been asleep long and now that I’m up, I’m wide awake.
There's a few seconds of silence, and then Barrett glances over at me. “I feel like there's so much we haven't caught up on.”
“What would you like to know?”
He shrugs. “I don't know.” He looks straight out the windshield, with a contemplative expression. “What’s the most rebellious thing you've ever done?”
I wonder if he assumes that stealing a peek at his package, or kissing him would be high up on the list. And maybe they would, if I could bring myself to regret them.
