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~~SLOANE~~
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Knox rolls his eyes and starts the car, turning up the heater as well. Warm air washes over my wet skin as we drive in silence.
No music. No snarky one-liners.
At some point, it becomes unsettling.
Knox is just… driving. At a normal pace. Like a normal person. No engine revving. No cutting corners like he’s in Fast & Furious. He doesn’t floor it. He just drives.
And I hate how uneasy that makes me.
I turn to him.
His eyes are on the road, focused. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, and I suddenly remember where those lips have been. What they did. My face flames.
“You’re driving at a normal pace,” I say, trying to distract myself. “Finally doing something right for the first time in your life?”
He doesn’t look at me. “Doing the right thing is overrate
