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Cameron leaned back in her seat, watching Smith through her lashes as they drove back to the city. He was silent, his eyes on the road. She was supposed to be asleep, but when they’d reentered the city, the city lights had woken her up.
They must be close to home, judging by the fact that she’d woken up about fifteen minutes ago. She watched his face as he drove, and wondered what he was thinking.
He slowed the Tesla down, and took a sharp right turn into the parking deck of his building. He looked over at her, and she opened her eyes fully.
“Hey,” he said, his mouth turning up. “We’re at my place. Hope you don’t mind.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head and raising her seat. “Are we stopping for something?”
“I thought we could stay here tonight,” he said, glancing away.
Staying at
