Chapter 40 The Diner

• As we sped from street to street, I curled inside Tyrone's car and gazed at the passing houses out the window. I felt the frost permeate through my skin at my temple as I pressed my head against the chilly glass window, balancing out my oddly burning body. Since Tyrone removed that rip from my cheek, my body had been scorching, worrying me out.
• I wasn't really that dim. I wasn't completely disconnected from my emotions. I wasn't one of those impressionable ladies in romance novels or chick films who don't realize how they feel until something significant occurs. I knew all too well that this emotion was connected to a previous experience. Still, I chose not to concentrate or overanalyze my body's response to Tyrone's touch. I flatly refused to accept any of it.
• It could have been more worthwhile, not after the previous instance.