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I slipped into the backseat of Ethan's sleek black SUV, feeling like I was about to dive into the world's most awkward group therapy session, only this one was disguised as a stakeout. The leather felt cool against my thighs, even through my jeans, but the vibe inside the car was anything but comfortable.
It was thick, charged, and predictably tense, almost as if it had been scripted for a bad sitcom. Adrien immediately called dibs on the front seat the moment we parked, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole vehicle shudder.
I suspected he just did that stop me from sitting too close to Ethan.
