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The car ride back to Liam’s place was quiet. I’m sat in the passenger seat, my shoes off, legs tucked up beneath me. My dress was satin and navy and clinging in all the places that made strangers stare. My skin buzzed from champagne, my ears rang with echoes of laughter and music, but more than anything, I felt Liam beside me. He felt too close. His hand gripped the wheel tighter than necessary. I watched the way his knuckles flexed and how the tendons in his forearm twitched with restraint.
Neither of us said anything.
What was there to say?
The wedding had been beautiful. Our mutual friend Clara married her long-time boyfriend in a vineyard just outside the city. The ceremony was emotional, the wine flowed too freely, and when the lights dimmed and the music picked up, so did
