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Chapter 73

Penulis: Anney GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-12 21:39:29

ELISHA’S POV

It started out as one of those evenings that felt too perfect to touch.

Adam picked me up around six. He didn’t say much at first—just smiled in that slow, quiet way of his, handed me a drink tray with two iced coffees and a paper bag that smelled suspiciously like garlic fries, then nodded toward the car.

“We’re going somewhere?” I asked, buckling in.

“Hopefully,” he said. “Unless you make me turn around.”

I didn’t.

We ended up at a drive-in theater just outside the city—one of those old-school lots with a massive screen propped up in front of a tree-lined hill, car radios tuned to a fuzzy channel, and rows of vehicles filled with families, teenagers, and tired couples happy to sit in silence.

Adam parked us in the back, slightly angled so we could stretch our legs across the dashboard. He folded down the backseat halfway, creating a strange but surprisingly comfortable cocoon, and tossed me a blanket from the trunk.

“This is absurdly cozy,” I admitted.

“I am absurdly th
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