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The staff member from earlier gave us a polite nod and gestured toward where the McLaren had been pulled up again, gleaming under the streetlights.
Leigh moved first, walking around to open my door like the gentleman he was.
I slid into the seat, heart pounding in that stupidly excited way it always did around him. "Thanks," I muttered, glancing up at him.
He closed my door, walked around, and came in beside me.
And just like that, the city outside faded into a blur. It was just him and me in the world.
We drove in quiet excitement, the ride smooth as the city's lights cast soft golden shadows across Leigh's face.
He had one hand on the wheel, the other resting by the gearshift, holding my hand.
"You and Sawyer," I narrowed my eyes with a playful smile.
He looked over bri
