“IS he looking?” I asked Jessie about Lars. I mean, she could check on my sort-of boyfriend without raising anyone’s suspicions, but I had to act normal.
“Nope. You’re in the clear.”
Even though Mick hadn’t touched me yet, I could feel him on me. It was like my body recognized his on a molecular level. And it was electric.
“We need to talk,” he whispered over my shoulder. “Outside.” Secretly, he ran his fingers along the inside of my arm.
I couldn’t turn around, or I’d be found out.
“Now?” I murmured, barely able to expand my lungs enough to speak.
“Five minutes. In the parking lot. I drive a green Buick.”
Like nothing had happened, I picked up my lunch tray and followed Jessie right back to our table. Mick was already gone.
Film at Eleven
A Novel by
Copyright 2011 by Tara Nelsen-Yeackel
Cover Art © 2011 by Brittany Cain
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