Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

22. Hannah

TWENTY-TWO

Crouched in front of a car that isn’t mine, waiting for Maddox to leave because my car is parked on the opposite side of the level, I curse my hussy of a vagina.

The engine sounds get quieter, and when I peek over the car, I see Maddox is gone.

Standing, I straighten my clothes and pretend I’m not turned on.