A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

and the kitchen had been cleaned up, we went out to the car. I got into the back seat on purpose, a smile playing on my lips.

Noah got in after me, one eyebrow raised.

“Breaking into my car again?”

“I live here now,” I said, settling against his side. “Half the car is mine.”

“Technically, everything that’s mine is yours.”

He pulled me closer, his lips meeting continue reading …