Hayes got into the driver's seat and started the car. I was sulking because Zylon didn't come with us. 

"I'm sorry I called you a brat," he said suddenly. I glanced at him; his eyes were momentarily off the road and fixed on mine. 

"Thank you," I replied. Hayes smiled at me—a full, radiant smile that made my insides melt. We arrived at the mall, and as soon as he opened the door on my side and the valet took our car away, I quickly pulled him inside. I despised shopping; I dreaded it and ...