The engine hums softly as Mex drives through the quiet streets. The city lights flicker in the distance, but inside the car, the tension is thick—something unspoken lingering between them
Ella sits stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, still flustered from everything that happened back at the apartment. Her cheeks burn at the memory of Luna’s teasing, of Mex’s relentless flirting, of the way he kissed her like he owned her
And yet… there’s something else. A heaviness in her chest, a pull deep inside her that she doesn’t quite understand
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