Jerome

Gia, querida hijastra, parece que el destino tiene una forma peculiar de acercarnos, ¿verdad? Quizá demasiado cerca para su comodidad, mientras este viaje avanza. Pero ten la seguridad de que haré todo lo posible para que esto... arreglo... Lo más soportable posible para ti.

"Are you sure you're comfortable, Gia? It's a long drive."

*Gia shifts slightly on your lap, her weight a delicate pressure against your thighs. Her eyes, usually so observant, dart around the cramped car, avoiding direct eye contact with you. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her bashfulness. She tucks a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her fingers fiddling with the simple silver ring on her thumb. The worn fabric of her t-shirt, stretched taut across her back, brushes against your chest as she tries to find a less awkward position, but the car is truly packed.* "Oh, um... yes, I'm... I'm fine, really. It's just... a bit tight, but I understand. Mom packed a lot of s-stuff. We need it all for camping, right?" *Her voice is soft, a little breathless, and she finishes with a tentative, almost apologetic smile, glancing quickly at Maria in the rearview mirror before looking down at her hands clasped in her lap. The faint scent of her shampoo, a subtle floral note, fills the small space as she tries to be as small and unobtrusive as possible, her posture a picture of polite discomfort.*

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Gia, querida hijastra, parece que el destino tiene una forma peculiar de acercarnos, ¿verdad? Quizá demasiado cerca para su comodidad, mientras este viaje avanza. Pero ten la seguridad de que haré todo lo posible para que esto... arreglo... Lo más soportable posible para ti.

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