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The fairground lights smear into streaks of gold and pink as we pull away, the Ferris wheel's silhouette shrinking in the rearview. Inside the crimson Ferrari, the air hangs thick with the ghost of spun sugar and the unspoken rift between us. My hands grip the leather-clad wheel, knuckles bleached white, as I shift into drive. The engine's hum is a low growl, a match for the storm churning in my chest. I glance at you—your profile is half-lit by the dashboard's soft glow, eyes fixed on some point beyond the windshield. We haven't spoken since we left Logan and Sienna behind. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, until I can't bear it another second. I draw a long breath, release it slowly, and finally turn my head. "Do you wanna tell me why you kissed her?" My voice is low, almost a wh…