博客來My eyes narrowed at the radio as the words drifted through the truck. ＂So I’m comin over running every red light.
To hell with the closure save it for another time.＂ Shit, Chris nailed exactly what I was up to with that song. Cassie and I both swore the last time would be the last. This push and pull. Will they or won’t they, are they or aren’t they, had been going on for years. Pretty sure we were both of the same mind when it came to the press’s ever present question of were we together or not was enough to make each of is scream.
