Recollections

"Oh, bite me," I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. I stare fixedly out the passenger window as we pull out of the nightmare that is his parents' sprawling driveway. The heavy iron gates close behind us, but the tension from the disastrous dinner still clings to my skin.

Vance shifts in the driver's seat. He leans close, invading my personal space until his shoulder brushes mine. "Just say