"Was the snow mountain pretty?"
"How much did you drink?"
He dodged my question.
I turned away gloomily and stared out the car window. Then I heard Bruce say, "Don't say that I didn't warn you. Drop your schemes."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, I asked, "What schemes?"
He said coldly, "Trying to be sneaky, but you're on the wrong path."
Oh, so he knew. I really couldn't hide anything from him.
I played it cool, "You're right, Mr. Harold. I've always been way off the track."
Right after I said that, the car screeched to a halt and made me lurch forward. It took a moment for me to settle down.
I opened my eyes confusedly, only to find the car stopped. Bruce was staring at me in a way he never had before.
Even his arms holding the steering wheel tightened a bit.
I felt something dangerous in the air.
Before I could say anything, he suddenly leaned over. His fingers brushed over my shoulder, sending chills down my spine in the dim light.
A soapy scent filled my senses, and his warm breath was felt upon my face. In a daze, I heard him say, "Nance."
I dreamt of those hands again, tightly gripping onto my waist.
But when I woke up, I was at my place. My head throbbed, and my muscles ached.
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