Chapter 29

Gianna Amelia Glass

I woke up in a fetus position. Oh yeah, in the passenger seat of Brad’s car. Uncomfortable was an understatement of how horrible I felt. Brad reclined his chair. He had one arm folded behind his head while he stared at the ceiling. My mind couldn’t help but wonder how many girls he had in his car. It was dangerous to compare oneself, but I couldn’t help myself. I knew I wasn’t the best he had, but maybe it meant something for us to wake up together even if it was in the parking lot of a gas station in the next town.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

“I feel like crap.”

He chuckled, “You couldn’t be any more gorgeous.”

“You think so?”

He moved to rest on his shoulder then reach across and cupped my cheek. The usual mischief and arrogance were missing in his eyes.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Uh… Gianna.”

I sat up and took his hand in both of mine. “Brad?”

He pulled his hand away. He str