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Ashleigh stewed on the way home. She’d really been starting to believe that she was special, that something was happening for real between her and Walker, especially after the Ferris wheel. Only, she’d still been wet and practically panting when he’d already been flirting with Shelby.
Clearly, she wasn’t special to him. He wouldn’t have openly flirted with Shelby right in front of her if she was.
Granted, she hadn’t heard the entirety of exchange between the two as she’d been half-focused on Remy, but she’d seen Shelby’s arm resting so familiarly on Walker’s bicep and she’d also seen that he hadn’t done anything to remove it.
“You okay, Ash?” Walker questioned in the darkness of the car.
She didn’t trust herself to speak. She had no right to be this upset, but she was and she didn’
