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The afternoon sun slants through the windshield, turning the car's cabin into a warm gold aquarium. Dust motes drift in the light, and the low hum of the radio mingles with your soft humming. Outside, the trees blur past, but inside everything feels slow. Dylan sits beside you, one hand loose on the wheel, his other arm draped over the door, the afternoon light catching the edges of his curls and the silver rings on his fingers. He wears that half-smirk like it's part of the upholstery. You watch him from your corner, knees tucked up, and when he feels your gaze, he doesn't turn—not yet. Then you lean in, laughing, and your fingers brush his cheek. He feels the swipe, the warmth of your hand, and his brow lifts just a fraction. "What?" he asks, voice low and lazy. You're still smiling w…