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The fairground lights blur into streaks of gold and pink as we pull away from the lot, the Ferris wheel's silhouette shrinking in the rearview mirror. Inside the red Ferrari, the air is thick with the ghost of cotton candy and the tension between us. My hands grip the leather steering wheel, knuckles pale, as I shift into drive. The engine hums, a low growl matching the storm in my chest. I glance at you—your face half-lit by the dashboard glow, eyes fixed ahead. We haven't spoken since we left Jack and Alexis behind. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, until I can't hold it anymore. I take a long breath, letting it out slow, and finally turn to you. "Do you wanna tell me why the fuck you kissed her?" My voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet like a blade. you,…