Hitchhiking into Hell - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Hank had already stripped off my jacket, leaving me in nothing but a sports bra. I pressed myself against Daniel Evans, close enough to feel his breath catch.
His hand slid down my waist, fingers trailing lower—hesitant, curious.
Vanessa's voice crackled in my earpiece.
"Evelyn, get in the damn tent already. Quit hogging the spotlight—let the rest of us watch the show."
The earpiece was custom, nearly invisible, dead silent. But in that split second of distraction, Daniel snapped back to his senses. He shoved me away with unexpected force.
"Look, there's a bonfire by the tent. They're scared of light—they won't come near. And yeah, you hear wolves, but they're miles off. They don't attack travelers out here. You're safe."
His gaze lingered near my right ear, sending a cold prickle down my spine. Had he noticed? Impossible. Hank had sat beside me for hours in the truck and never suspected a thing.
I tightened my grip on Daniel's hand.
This pretty boy was proving tougher than I'd expected. And that just made him more fun.
"I'm freezing. Let's wait inside the tent. Who's gonna steal fuel in the middle of nowhere?"
After a long pause, he finally let me drag him in.
Damn it. He actually sat down to talk, keeping half a meter between us.
"Evelyn, why hitchhike? Your gear's all wrong for this. Aren't you worried about running into trouble?"
The hunger twisted inside me again, sharp and insistent. Only pressing against him dulled the ache.
I closed the distance, my hands growing bolder.
"I'm not scared. Not with you around. Everyone says catching a truck straight to the mountains is the best kind of adventure."
At first, he resisted. But soon, he stopped fighting back.
He was inexperienced—hesitating at the last second.
"We can't. Hank will lose it if he finds us like this. You should leave. I'll flag down a ride back to the city before he gets back."
It was like having meat ripped from my teeth. The frustration burned.
"I'm not going. Fine, then you can watch me with Hank later. Daniel Evans, you coward."
He shook his head and stood.
"You'll regret this. Hank… isn't what you think."
I froze. That warning, the desperation in his voice—was there something dangerous about Hank?
His hand slid down my waist, fingers trailing lower—hesitant, curious.
Vanessa's voice crackled in my earpiece.
"Evelyn, get in the damn tent already. Quit hogging the spotlight—let the rest of us watch the show."
The earpiece was custom, nearly invisible, dead silent. But in that split second of distraction, Daniel snapped back to his senses. He shoved me away with unexpected force.
"Look, there's a bonfire by the tent. They're scared of light—they won't come near. And yeah, you hear wolves, but they're miles off. They don't attack travelers out here. You're safe."
His gaze lingered near my right ear, sending a cold prickle down my spine. Had he noticed? Impossible. Hank had sat beside me for hours in the truck and never suspected a thing.
I tightened my grip on Daniel's hand.
This pretty boy was proving tougher than I'd expected. And that just made him more fun.
"I'm freezing. Let's wait inside the tent. Who's gonna steal fuel in the middle of nowhere?"
After a long pause, he finally let me drag him in.
Damn it. He actually sat down to talk, keeping half a meter between us.
"Evelyn, why hitchhike? Your gear's all wrong for this. Aren't you worried about running into trouble?"
The hunger twisted inside me again, sharp and insistent. Only pressing against him dulled the ache.
I closed the distance, my hands growing bolder.
"I'm not scared. Not with you around. Everyone says catching a truck straight to the mountains is the best kind of adventure."
At first, he resisted. But soon, he stopped fighting back.
He was inexperienced—hesitating at the last second.
"We can't. Hank will lose it if he finds us like this. You should leave. I'll flag down a ride back to the city before he gets back."
It was like having meat ripped from my teeth. The frustration burned.
"I'm not going. Fine, then you can watch me with Hank later. Daniel Evans, you coward."
He shook his head and stood.
"You'll regret this. Hank… isn't what you think."
I froze. That warning, the desperation in his voice—was there something dangerous about Hank?
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