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warm and welcoming and I could taste the sweetness from his coffee.
    He pulled away to look into my eyes, needing to see my reaction. That’s when I pulled him back in for another kiss. His kisses were becoming demanding. He wanted more from me, needed more. His lips pried mine apart and then his tongue caressed mine. I ran my fingers through his silky hair and the excitement I felt from him caused me to moan into his mouth as our kisses became more frenzied.
    He freed his hands from the entwined hair he had done earlier only to grab fistfuls of it now and pull me closer to him. I couldn’t breath but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to give up this feeling, it was euphoric, like landing a triple axel for the first time. The adrenaline rush was invigorating. It felt like I waited sixteen years for that one moment with the right guy.
    His phone chirped, he pulled away to look at the screen. I was surprised he stopped kissing me to do it, “Who is it?” I asked, unable to mask the irritation in my voice.
    Adam rolled his eyes, “Harper.” He looked around the parking lot, “She’s watching us.” He turned the key in the ignition and gunned his car in reverse. He threw it in drive and flew out of the parking lot.
    “How do you know?” I said bracing myself. He was driving more recklessly than Tara when the aliens were in the car. He handed me his iPhone and I read the text:
     
    Harper: U couldn’t even wait a day B4 starting up with some1 else?
     
    “I think you should turn around and talk to her, or at least text her back,” I suggested. “She has to be really hurt seeing us like that.”
    “She’s fucked up for following me,” he argued. “It’s not my problem anymore.”
    I started typing into his phone. He looked over at me but couldn’t do anything because he was driving too fast. He had one hand on the shifter and the other on the wheel. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m texting her back,” I answered.
    “What? Don’t do that! She’s going to think it’s from me!”
    “Yup, that is the idea,” I teased.
    “What are you saying?”
    “I’m apologizing on your behalf for hurting her,” I told him.
    “Don’t send that!” He tried snatching the phone from my hands but I was too quick. “Give me the fucking phone,” he growled angrily.
    “Take me home,” I insisted. His reaction startled me. His lack of compassion for her made me shudder. Would he treat me the same way when he was finished with me? His angry tone after such passionate kisses, was heartbreaking.
    He dropped his speed to the limit plus ten, and drove the rest of the way to my house in silence. When he put the car in park I handed him his phone. He looked at the screen, and he saw:
     
    Harper: U couldn’t even wait a day B4 starting up with some1 else
    In the area where you type your text, I had playfully typed, ‘Tricked you!’ but never sent Harper any messages. I got out of his car as quickly as I could and scurried to my front door. When he finally realized my prank, I was already in the house.
     
    One Hour Later
     
    My mother had given up pounding on my bedroom door or asking if I was all right. The first tears I shed over a guy finally dried up. I pulled out my phone:
     
    Dalia: Tara, U wouldn’t believe what happened.
    Tara: Details.
     
    I put my phone on dictate mode and started talking into it. There was way too much to type.
     
    Dalia: He picked me up after the doctors appointment and we went to Tim Hortons. We stayed in his car. He asked me how it went. I told him that my skating career might be over, I would have to wait and see. The doctor said I had a torn hamstring. Anyway, I was upset and he was really nice to me.
    He told me that he broke up with Harper. He kissed me. It was amazing. He said he wanted to be the first guy to ever kiss me. I reminded him of my psycho mom and he said he was willing to take his chances. It was so hot. Then his phone chirped. He said that Harper was watching us in