SIS 7
When we stopped at a convenience store, I was going to follow Greg, but he put his hand on mine stopping me from unbuckling my seat belt. The touch of his hand sliding over mine sent a jolt through my arm. It surprised me but he didn’t remove his hand, and I had to fight back the urge to move mine.
“I’ll only be a minute, you should call your mom and tell her you’ll be out all night,” Greg winked then slid out of his blue jeep. When he disappeared into the store, a bell jingled when