The moment she got into her car after leaving Tara, she sat there for a full minute, hands gripping the steering wheel, her mind running in circles. Every instinct in her wanted to delay it. Go home first, shower, and rest. Think about it properly. But she knew herself well enough to recognize what that meant.It was avoidance. And she had already done enough of that. She exhaled slowly, leaned back against the seat, then muttered under her breath, “Just go.”So she did. The drive to James’ place felt longer than usual, even though it wasn’t. Traffic was light, the roads were clear, but her thoughts made everything feel stretched, heavy. She kept replaying last night in her head, over and over again, each version worse than the last. The way he looked at her.She wished she could go back in time, she would have told him before leaving for Malibu. She wouldn't have spoken to him the way she did.last night.Her grip tightened slightly on the wheel.“That was harsh,” she admitted quietly
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