Francesca’s POV.

“Is he a bad guy?” I ask after time has passed and our beverages have been drained.

Though I’ll never tell him, he was right. I can feel the sugar coursing through my body. My hands are shaking. I don’t know if it’s completely from the sugar or from the adrenaline of the day, but either way, I trap my hands under my legs, leaving the carcass of my chocolate chip pancakes—extra chips—to slowly dry out next to me. ...