The car was still humming softly when the silence between us finally settled. We had f*ck*d in the restroom and in the car. My body was still humming too, in ways I couldn’t explain, in ways I didn’t dare think too much about. I was curled against Scott in the backseat, my head resting against his chest, my body aching in ways I didn’t want to think about. I could taste him, still feel the way his hand gripped me. 

I couldn’t stop smiling. My lips were swollen, my hair a mess, and ...