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I’m not scared of you.

Then tell me. You’re not a monster. You just play one so people stay away.

The silence stretches. A car passes on the street outside. The garage light flickers.

Noah doesn’t look away. Her breath catches. His thumb traces her hipbone through her thin dress. Culpa Mia Google Docs

The air smells like gasoline and expensive leather. Noah flinches as Nick slams the hood of his Shelby GT500.

Then do it. Scare me.

Careful, princesa. I bite.

You have no idea what you’re asking for.

You left dinner. Again. Your mom is crying, Nick. But I guess that’s not your problem, is it?

You should be.

He doesn’t kiss her—not yet. He rests his forehead against hers. His voice is wrecked.

He laughs. It’s cold. But his eyes—God, his eyes—are burning.

(Comment from [email protected]: Insert the “look at me” line here PLEASE) I’m not scared of you

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