A spark of happiness lit his eyes. “Then let’s—”

“But there is more to it than that, Trenton. I wish I could tell you so it’s out there, but I can’t.”

“You don’t have to tell me. If you need me to say that I’m okay with whatever I don’t know, I’m okay with it. I don’t give a single f**k,” he said, shaking his head.

“You can’t say that. You wouldn’t if you knew . . .”

“I know there’s something you want to tell me but can’t. If it comes out later, no matter what it is, I made the choice to move forward without knowing. That’s on me.”

“For anything else, that would be enough.”

Trenton flicked his cigarette out the window. “That makes zero f**king sense. None.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” I said, fighting back tears.

Trenton rubbed his face, beyond frustrated. “What do you want from me? I keep telling you I don’t care about this secret. I’m telling you I want you. I don’t know what else to say to convince you.”

“You need to be the one to walk away. Tell me to f**k off, and end it. I’ll quit Skin Deep, you find a different bar. I can’t . . . you have to be the one.”

He shook his head. “I am the one, Cami. I’m it for you. I know because you’re it for me.”

“You’re not helping.”

“Good!”

I watched him, begging him with my eyes. It was such a strange feeling, hoping for someone to break my heart. When I realized he was going to be just as stubborn as I was being weak, a switch inside of me flipped. “Okay, then. I’ll do it. I have to. It’s better than you hating me later. It’s better than letting you do something I know is wrong.”

“I’m so tired of this cryptic shit. You know what I think about right and wrong?” he asked, but before I could answer, he grabbed each side of my face and planted his lips on mine.

I immediately opened my mouth, letting his tongue slip inside. He grabbed at my skin, touching me everywhere, as if he couldn’t get enough of me, and then he reached across me for the seat lever. The seat leaned backward slowly, and at the same time, Trenton climbed over the console in one smooth movement. Keeping his mouth on mine, he grabbed each of my knees and hiked them up to his ribs. I planted my feet on the dashboard, and lifted my hips up to meet his. He groaned into my mouth. His shorts didn’t conceal his excitement, and he pressed the hardness against the exact spot where I already wished he was.

His hips moved and rolled against mine as he kissed and nipped my neck with his teeth. My panties were instantly soaked, and just as I slid my fingers between his shorts and his skin, his kisses slowed, and then stopped.

We were both breathing hard, staring into one another’s eyes. Every window of the Jeep was fogged over.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head, looked down, and then laughed once before raising his eyes to meet mine. “I’m going to hate myself later, but I’m not doing this in a car, and definitely not in fuzzy slippers.”

“Take them off,” I said, planting a dozen tiny kisses on his neck and shoulder.

He half hummed, half sighed. “I’d be just as bad as every other dick who doesn’t treat you the way you deserve.” He leaned away from my lips, giving me one more sweet peck. “I’m going to go warm up the Intrepid.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you driving home in this shit, and the Intrepid has front-wheel drive. Handles better. I’ll drop off your Jeep before you wake up in the morning.” He pulled the door handle and jumped out, running into the house for a few minutes, and then reappearing, this time with sneakers, a hoodie, and keys in his hand. He started the Intrepid, and then ran back to the Smurf, hopping in and rubbing his hands. “Shit!”

“It’s freezing,” I said, nodding.

“That’s not it.” He looked at me. “I don’t want you to leave.”

I smiled, and he reached over, running his thumb along my lips. After a few moments, we reluctantly got out of the Smurf and climbed into his car.

As happy as I thought I was lying in T.J.’s bed a few weeks before, sitting next to Trenton in his dilapidated Intrepid while he drove me home was so much better. His hand was on my knee, and he wore the utmost satisfied smile all the way to my apartment.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” I asked when he parked.

“No,” he said, but he clearly wasn’t happy with his answer. He leaned over and kissed me with the softest lips, slow at first, and then we both began to tug at each other’s clothes again. Trenton’s shorts were standing at full attention, and his fingers tugged gently at my hair, but eventually he pulled away. “Damn it,” he said, breathless. “I’m going to take you on a proper date first if it kills me.”

I let my head fall back against the headrest, and I looked up, frustrated. “Nice. You can take a random girl home from the Red forty-five minutes after you meet her, and I get shut down.”

“This isn’t you getting shut down, baby. Not even close.”

I looked over at him, and my brows pulled in. I wanted to pretend that everything would be okay, and I could forget what I knew, but I had to warn him one last time. “I don’t know what this is. But I know if you knew the whole story, Trenton, you would walk away from me and never look back.”

He leaned his head against his headrest, and then held his palm against my cheek. “I don’t want the whole story. I just want you.”

I shook my head, tears threatening to well in my eyes for the third time that day. “No. You deserve to know. Certain things in our lives are so fragile . . . and you and me, Trent? We could ruin it all.”

He shook his head. “Listen to what I’m saying, Cami. If it keeps me from being with you, I know what it is.”

I looked over at him, my heart slamming against my chest, louder than even the sleet hitting the windshield or the Intrepid’s rumbling muffler.

“Oh, yeah? What is it?”

“It’s in the way.” He leaned over to me, and touched my cheek with his hand the same time that his lips touched mine.

“Just remember later that I’m sorry for whatever happens after this, and I’m sorry that when you walked away like I asked, I didn’t let you go,” I said.