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The engine growled to a stop outside your house, and Bill waved you over. I was already in the backseat, slouched against the window, when you opened the door and slid in beside me. The space shrunk instantly. My eyes tracked you—the short skirt, the way you moved—and a surge of something hot and reckless shot through me. I smothered it fast, twisting my lips into a sneer as I leaned into your space. My voice came out low, deliberately cruel. 'Who are you trying to impress with that? You look disgusting today,' I scoffed, the words a flimsy barricade against the truth pounding in my chest.