The car ride was quiet, a necessary evil as I tried to sort out my thoughts, as right now they were tumbling over one another, looking for a way out. So, in a bid to quiet the noise in my head, I angled my head slightly towards him, and I hated that my lips tugged slightly in a smile. He must have recently gotten a haircut, renewing his undercut, a hairstyle that was very dangerous for my health because it always got my heart extra pumping. I swallowed hard as memories of running my hands through his hair hit me all at once, so I reached for the car door, gripping it tight as I forced air into my lungs. “Are you alright?” A deep baritone voice asked me, and I could have sworn he was quite amused. “Yes, of course,” I said in a voice that concealed whatever I was feeling, and I fixed my gaze ahead, looking at the road. “Thank you for the ride,” I was forced to say, filling in the silence. Because I was unable to resist, not that I even tried, my eyes went back to him, and this time
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