Chasing My Runaway Bride
We ended up at an adventure park—it was recently opened, and we had the latest roller coasters, water rides, and all sorts of attractions that I knew would thrill James.
The moment we stepped into the adventure park, I could feel the tension between Emma and me snapped tight like a taut wire. James, oblivious to the thick air surrounding us, pulled us along, too excited to notice the simmering emotions we were trying to suppress. Emma, with her jaw set and eyes cold, barely glanced in my direction. I, on the other hand, was a storm of conflicting emotions: frustration, anger, and, worst of all, a desire so deep it gnawed at me.
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