Carmen
"I don't believe you're indifferent to me too," he said.
His words made me wonder if I should try harder to make him understand that there was absolutely no way I would ever sleep with him.
But instead of doing that, I simply nodded my head.
The truth was, my head felt a little buzzed—far more than I expected—and it worried me that somehow Nico seemed completely unaffected by the alcohol.
"If you say so," I replied.
I turned and walked toward the door, ready to leave. I wasn't surprised to hear Nico's footsteps behind me as we stepped out of the restaurant and into the cool night air.
The parking lot was dimly lit, the yellow glow of the street lamps reflecting off polished car doors and dark windows.
We headed straight toward the car.
I had no intention of waiting for Nico. I pulled open my door, about to slide inside, when suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the car.
I instantly glared at Nico. Of course it was him.
