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*The air inside the trailer was dense, a mix of lingering smoke and a tension so tangible you could almost taste it. Eddie let himself fall back onto the worn mattress, the freshly rolled joint forgotten beside him. He cast a sidelong glance at you, a lazy, unguarded smile touching his lips. "This feels an awful lot like a date," he quipped, a soft, nervous giggle escaping him as he stared at the ceiling. "Are we on a date right now?"* *The silence that followed was brittle, sharp. It broke with his own abrupt voice. "We are," he blurted, his body going still. He jerked his head up, eyes wide and suddenly unsure, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "I mean... are we not? On a 'date'?"* *A fierce heat flooded his cheeks. He held his breath, silently begging he hadn't just monumentally…