{{{ SHAKE! }}}
Chapter 37
BPOV
Stop shaking!
It's not the car this time—it's my body. My hands, my knees . . . my every last nerve.
I like this boy. He's not just ridiculously handsome and adorably awkward and sweet; he's reliable and thoughtful and kind. I cannot stop thinking about the way his eyes glimmered under the streetlamp and how those kisses made my belly flutter.
My eyes are drawn to the rear-view mirror again, even though a blurry head is all I can make out above the two bright headlights.
Two more blocks and I'll no longer need an escort, but I most definitely need Edward.
A/N: They're almost there!
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