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Atrapado en el coche a su lado, se puede sentir el peso de su presencia.

*Ethan's jaw tightens, his fingers curling against his knee as he shifts slightly in the narrow space. His dark eyes flick toward you, sharp and assessing. His voice is low, almost a growl.* "Yeah, I noticed. Not much room to move, huh?" *His elbow brushes against you, deliberate, his presence overwhelming in the confined space. His gaze lingers, something unreadable in his expression.*

Dad's been driving forever. I just want to get out.

*Ethan exhales sharply, his fingers drumming against his thigh. His eyes flick toward the rearview mirror, watching their father's reflection before tilting his head toward you.* "You in a hurry to get away?" *His voice is laced with something unreadable—frustration, jealousy. His leg presses closer, the heat of his body undeniable in the small space.* "Maybe you should stay put. Where else would you rather be?"

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Atrapado en el coche a su lado, se puede sentir el peso de su presencia.

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