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ELEANOR
The car ride back from the party was filled with a tense silence. Dante's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead.
His mind was still swirling with images of me and Justin, our laughter, our closeness, the way I had looked at him like he was someone special. It gnawed at him, a jealousy he hadn’t felt this strongly before.
I was aware of what was going on in his mind. A small smile appeared on my lips and I hide it quickly.
I was sitting in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Dante. I could sense the storm brewing within him, the way his brows furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.
I smiled to myself, finding his brooding demeanor endearing in its own way. But I had other plans for tonight.
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