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Give Me Your Hand

Penulis: Bee Lynx
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-24 18:13:14
We’ve been on the road for what feels like forever.

The hum of the engine’s been my only company for the past hour, and the bastard next to me hasn’t said a single bleedin' word since we left.

Tom and Louise had bid us a gentle goodbye; although Tom looked like he was forcing himself to smile all through the conversation. Louise still looked as uncomfortable as ever, especially when her eyes met Damon's.

We'd both left the building without glancing back at my grandparents.

I didn't notice anything strange with Damon then. He seemed like his usual nonchalant self.

Now, I cast him a side glance and he's got his hands glued to the wheel, with eyes fixed straight ahead, and jaw set like he’s carved from bloody marble. If there’s an Olympic sport for silent treatment, he’s going for gold.

And it’s fucking killin' me!

He's not given even an annoyed sigh, or one of those subtle digs he does so well when he’s in a mood. It's just silence. And this kind makes my skin itch and my bra
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